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smokingbootIt was something like a year ago, maybe, that Dervish aka Biggie-cat was diagnosed as having some kind of mass on her liver. We made the decision not to risk her going under the knife at her age. We would monitor and manage the situation, and this most outdoorsy of outdoorsy cats would have her Summer, even if it turned out to be her last. Nothing so grim happened. We have had cuddles and purrs, she had her garden. It's been good.
But she is losing weight now, and the vet says all roads lead to the same place. Chances are Biggie has a benign tumour, very common in elderly cats. These don't cause pain or rampage around the body, but they do eat up calories. She gets the food but the tumour gets the nourishment. The vet is stone cold in judgment if not in manner; 19 is a grand age for a cat, but her days are numbered. It's about quality not quantity, and we need to watch, realise when it's not fun for her anymore, do the right thing.
I hear and understand. But it has destroyed my night's sleep.
But she is losing weight now, and the vet says all roads lead to the same place. Chances are Biggie has a benign tumour, very common in elderly cats. These don't cause pain or rampage around the body, but they do eat up calories. She gets the food but the tumour gets the nourishment. The vet is stone cold in judgment if not in manner; 19 is a grand age for a cat, but her days are numbered. It's about quality not quantity, and we need to watch, realise when it's not fun for her anymore, do the right thing.
I hear and understand. But it has destroyed my night's sleep.
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Date: 2026-04-21 10:15 am (UTC)She'll let you know when it's time.