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Damn it.

It's so bad now that we're hoping it's a tumor.

They see something that looks like a tumor around the spine, in an inoperable location. They'll be doing the tap tomorrow morning and retesting the globulin levels, which will tell them if it's a tumor or a virus.

To keep me from holding out any hope that it's a virus (hey, viruses go away, right?), they said that it was probably FIP, so we could hope for a couple weeks at best.

I've never had to make the decision to have a pet put down before. I avoided having pets in adulthood because I can't stand death, and here I am. I expected problems in the fourteen-year-old range, not seven-and-a-half.

If it's a tumor, our options are some sort of therapy, probably involving radiation and/or chemotherapy, which will involve driving to the oncologist five days a week to keep our kitty alive, but very, very sick. All of this just to keep her alive for half a year, possibly a year. Everyone stresses the expense, but honestly, I would give anything just to have her the way she was last weekend, except without this thing lurking just over the horizon.

This sucks hairy goat ass.

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