Toetie

Last September the cat-love of my life was diagnosed with a malignant mammary tumor. We took out a loan to have her operated on - which was the right decision for us but was beyond horrible for her. I can still hear the low, primal growls she threw at us, and feel how her tiny little body was shivering in fear and pain. She cowered in a cabinet in our bedroom for 3 days. The worst.
But, she recovered and we decided that we'd take it one day at a time. which is easy to say when the diagnosis is 'fair', but becomes much more burdened when two months later, you find another lump on her little body.
We declined further treatment on behalf of Harley; clearly it has spread beyond anything that can be done, so we'd have to put her trough another operation just for the possibility of maybe a few more months, weeks? If that. Not fair.

She seems to be doing well, but sadly the lumps are getting bigger and because cats are so unpredictable and secretive about how they are feeling it's entire possible that when we wake up tomorrow she will have taken a turn for the worse.*

I have been documenting her extraordinariness on Instagram for a few months now (#thebrotybunch_harleymornings) but was using phonephotos, which are okay on a small screen but look horrible on a big monitor. I switched to actual camera photos, and now I can use them here as well :)




*I had a cat with a liver tumor once - when he was operated on (just to see if there was anything going on because we couldn't figure out what was ailing him) his liver was approximated to be functioning at 20% - his only symptoms were loss of appetite and the white of his eyes turning yellow. Cats are amazing.