WordPress is being junky with this post.
It’s helping to replace my grief with rage.
Bongo has cancer. We brought him in to get checked for rapid weight loss, but now we are looking at at most weeks before he dies of this shit.
We’re bringing him back on friday so they can euthanize him, which is a damn sight better than dying in agony, which is apparently the only other option. He’s already been too sick for surgery, he probably wouldn’t make it through this, and if he did his immune system is suppressed (intentionally due to an autoimmune disorder), so the first infection he got would do him in.
I hate this.
I hate it.
My poor cat.