Well, life never ceases to surprise me.
We took Mr. Cat to the vet for an ultrasound to check out his interior. We were told that it was a long shot with an aggressive cancer like this that he didn’t already have tumors on his internal organs, but we wanted to be sure we had all the information so we knew we were doing absolutely everything we could for him.
They looked and looked and guess what? No other tumors!
It’s like winning the lottery. The kitteh lottery.
So, we suddenly have the option to bring our friend in for surgery to remove the bump and give him a good chance at a significant extension to his days of napping and dealing out belly rubs. There are, of course, no guarantees. But, I’ve come to learn that life doesn’t generally come with those. There is always a chance that the cancer will come back or that there is a sneaky tumor hiding somewhere they can’t see (like his brain – yikes!). All we can do is the best we can – and from there, we just have to see what happens!
So, back to the vet we go bright and early tomorrow morning, Kiko Cat in tow. Poor little buddy – he must think we are the meanest people ever for bringing him back and forth so much this past week. If he only knew….