Granted we don't have the actual diagnosis of cancer vs. not cancer. The vet did say a couple of times "if it is cancer...", so on the one hand I suppose I'm jumping the gun with all the weeping and missing Maddy already.
*sigh* They shaved mai tummeh, my frunt rite foreleg, and a spot on mai nek. I needz a treet foar teh payn.
But I somehow can't help it. I'm not ready to let her go. Not at a spritely 10 years old, not when she's always been Miss In-Your-Face-For-Wuv-and-Treats. The house was so empty without her here Saturday night. But she sat on my lap last night out on the porch and snuggled while I attempted first to read and then to cry without annoying the whole neighborhood. I'm inconsolable, but I still want to be consoled. Guy isn't terribly practiced at this, but he's gettnig better. But I just can't stop crying when I think about letting her go over the Rainbow Bridge off to see Teddy, Dee-Dee, and Lewis before her.
Luk, if yr nto gonna mayk wif teh treets, i mus tayk matrz int2 mai oan pawz.
So, Maddy's at home, doodling around like usual for the most part. She walks a little funny, maybe the ultrasound, maybe from the UTI, but overall she seems okay. Her runny squirts reek to high heaven though, so everytime she uses the can, we have to scoop it (and sometimes wipe/mop it--she misses a little, but that's par for the course with her).
I'll go see Papa in teh othr room, kthxbai. He alwayz haz treetz!!1!!!
I guess for now we have the biopsy done ASAP and go from there. Meanwhile, it's wet food and treats and medicine for the next while. And as for this morning, I think Maddy and I will go sit on the porch and read the paper with some coffee and enjoy the nice Labor Day morning that's coming on in the Mile High Cit-tay. While I'm torn up to no end over this, Maddy just came into the computer room to remind me that there's more to life than blogging and crying and feeling sorry. As I was recently reminded, the only reason to feel sorry for a cat is that it has to use its tongue as toilet paper.