Coco: UPDATE

The bad news is in—my angel of kittenness, my gorgeous grimalkin has cancer. We've been advised to just keep her happy and comfy (i.e., continue spoiling her silly) and enjoy her remaining time with us. No idea how long or short that span will be. Weeks? Months? //shrugs//

Apart from being a little slower—she doesn't zip around the cottage anymore or race up the stairs as though dragons were hot on her heels—she seems okay. I don't think she's in any pain.

We've been given a list of what to watch out for—ways to know her countdown clock's begun. Our girl will go out on a painless river of modern medicine. No pain.

Yup, I'm a total mess right now but I WILL make the most of the time she and I have left.

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C'mon, give us the treats NOW!

Jen has just left to bring Coco, my sweet princess, faithful nurse and all around therapy beast, to the animal hospital for her scheduled ultrasound. At her last two visits the vet felt a lump in her bowels (? I *think* that's what she said). It might be nothing; maybe it's a poop; possibly it's cancer. Could be a balloon of Smack leftover from her last trip to Columbia. We won't know until after the damn test.

Our girl was not allowed to have food after midnight last night—not even treats. Nope! This'll come as no surprise—she was not happy about this. Not even vaguely. Not in an alternative reality or in my fevered dreams either.

Me? Last night I lavished her with pats, skritches, treats and this week's favorite food (Friskies Beef Shreds with Gravy). All I could do this morning was softly pet my angel, tickle under her chin and try not to drop too many tears on her precious head.

They're going to shave her belly to do the test. Yes, I do know the hair will grow back but our beloved beauty is NOT gonna be happy about this. She's always a good, tolerant patient at the vet but this here shit's new and scary.

I'm trying to remain calm. Success has been elusive. I don't know how soon we'll get the results.

Why, yes. Now that you mention it, I AM, in comparison, cucumber cool about my own brain and spine surgeries. And? What's yur point?