This week has been a horrible one. On Thursday 3rd Nov we took our dearly loved cat to the vets for a growth on his nose thinking it to be nothing more than a flap of skin we were shocked and saddened to learn it was a tumour and there was nothing we could do. In disbelief we brought him home even though the vet was insisting we had him put to sleep then and there. The hard thing is he's still himself he's still alert and playful.
In the few days following the vets, the tumour appeared to be shrinking back and we falsely started to believe the vet had been wrong however in the last few days he has developed a cough and a weeze which isn't good
The vet can't do anything for him as hes 13 and considered a risk :'( He's been in my life since i was 11 he's the kind of cat you told everything too and he knows more about me than most people. He always listens intently and sleeps quietly beside you it's really hard to imagine he won't recover from this and i hate that more than anything.
In the few days following the vets, the tumour appeared to be shrinking back and we falsely started to believe the vet had been wrong however in the last few days he has developed a cough and a weeze which isn't good
The vet can't do anything for him as hes 13 and considered a risk :'( He's been in my life since i was 11 he's the kind of cat you told everything too and he knows more about me than most people. He always listens intently and sleeps quietly beside you it's really hard to imagine he won't recover from this and i hate that more than anything.
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