I have had a rough couple of months and therefore have not been able to bring myself to blog or promote Dulcet Dove in any fashion.
At the beginning of November on a Friday night, my beloved cat Phantom started acting like he was't feeling good. I assumed he just had a cold and just needed to rest. He seemed to get a little better on Saturday and then got worse the following Sunday. He wouldn't eat or drink anything and he wouldn't come out of the closet. This was so unlike him. He was always with me and in my lap anytime he could be. So when he wouldn't even come near me that weekend I new something was really wrong. Of course, I Googled it and came away with a certainty that he just had a urinary track infection and needed some antibiotics and he would be all better.
So that following Monday we called the vet and got him in that evening after I got home from work. I took him to the vet by myself because Timothy was at school and couldn't come with me. That will forever be know to me as one of the worst days ever. He had an extremely high fever and the vet felt a large mass in his abdomen and needed to do an X-ray. The X-ray confirmed the large mass and she said it was likely cancer. It was really bad. The largest cancerous mass she had ever seen. They gave me some antibiotics for the fever, pain medicine for the cancer and an appetite stimulant to get him eating again. The bottom fell out from under me.
The vet recommended exploratory surgery or chemo but we really needed to get an ultrasound to see how invasive the cancer was to even consider removal. Unfortunately the ultrasound revealed the mass was indeed massive and also it has spread to his intestine and was about to cause a blockage. Surgery wasn't an option. We could try chemo and we might get 3 more months with him. I didn't want to put him through anymore than he'd already suffered. So we kept with the meds and decided to let him live as long as he could. Unfortunately, that wasn't very long after the ultrasound. He had a really hard time going to the letterbox one night and we figured the intestine was blocked. So we knew that his time with us was over and we needed to end his suffering. That day will be known as the worst day ever.
I know most people think that pets are just that and only that, but I know there are others out there that know exactly how I feel. This cat was my best friend and also basically my child. I'm sure that sounds crazy but it's the truth. So here I am two months later and I'm still depressed and cry when I think about him. I really miss that little black and white cat.
So that's why I've been a little absent from here. I am going to try and do better. Promise.