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My cat, who has been the one constant in my sucky life, has an intestinal tumor. A big one. That's the bad news. The good news is, it appears operable. If the bloodwork checks out ok, she gets the operation on Wednesday, the 23rd. One problem... if it's intertwined with too much of the intestine, the vet will have to put her down on the table. Which means I'll have to say goodbye to her on Tuesday night and hope for the best. I always knew the day would come where I might lose her - she is 14 afterall. But I had hoped she'd be one of the lucky cats with a lifespan of 18 to 20. Maybe she still will be, but it's still shitty news and something I don't really want to deal with right now. I really hate my life. If I could switch places with her I would. She's sweet and innocent and doesn't deserve to go through this. I'm one of those people who sees pets as an extension of the family and treat them as such. I know she's a cat but she's still important to me and there are some of you reading this who understand completely. And others who choose to think I'm crazy for being so upset about it.

On the plus side, my mom is doing great in her recovery and if things work out the way I hope they do, she'll have a recovery partner starting at the end of the week. Maybe they can even wear matching cone collars.