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Starting Down A Sad Path

We've known for a few weeks that something was up with one of our cats.  Phoebe just hasn't been herself and things are just off.  Last night, when I was offering treats to see if she would eat, she went after them like she was interested but it looked like a struggle.  Very soon her mouth started bleeding.

This morning after dropping off the girls at school, Rob and I took our soon-to-be 17 year old cat Phoebe to the vet.  For the last week I thought that she had tussled with a squirrel that might be hanging around our attic (it's getting taken care of today).  She's been smelling funky and had some odd, sticky stuff on her feet and belly.  I actually went on-line to see if there was a WedMD for pets.  (There is.)  After last night we knew she had to see a real doctor.  Well, the vet has discovered that she has a large tumor in her mouth.  This is very bad.

Rob leaves for a business trip early tomorrow morning.  The girls know that Phoebe isn't the same ol' Phoebe, and that's why we were taking her to the vet, but we just couldn't bring ourselves to go forward with the inevitable without the girls having a proper good-bye.

Rob comes home Friday night.  He's made an appointment at the vet for Saturday morning.

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1 comment:

  1. How sad, I hate when we finally have to face the end of life time for our pets...It is good the kids get to say goodbye...tell them about the rainbow bridge..great poem.

    http://www.petloss.com/rainbowbridge.htm

    Jan now at new blog The Pink Geranium!

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