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Aug. 26th, 2006 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladibug21Today has been a hard day.
I took Muffin to the vet this morning for what I thought was an infected nipple. It turns out it's a tumor. A tumor with a bad prognosis. 80-85% of them are malignant. I am really devastated. Poor thing was trapped in the car with me while I sobbed the whole way home. My cat is like my child. Don't even bother calling me a crazy cat lady. I've already accepted the title and honestly, if you don't understand how much one can love a pet; then I just feel sorry for you.
I sort of knew my fate when I adopted her. She was old, fat, and had been at PAWS for four months. She licked my hand and nuzzled me and I had to take her. I've only had her three years and I thought I'd get more time. They are doing a biopsy on Thursday, but I know it's not going to be benign. I just want to enjoy her warm, squishy, sweet self for as long as she's comfortable and happy.
I was supposed to meet up with friends to watch the Rat City Roller Girls (http://www.ratcityrollergirls.com/). I was pretty excited too. Last time it was a blast and I thought it might take my mind of Muffers. The plan was for them to meet me at 4:30 at the entrance. I stood there, in the sun, depressed (but in a very cute top) and waited for 20 minutes before I called them and they hadn't even left yet. They were waiting for this guy (that I don't even like much) to show up on his bike. I just knew it was going to take them another 30-45 minutes just to get there and the RCRG were already starting. I just wasn't in the mood to stand around getting even more sunburned for another half hour.
Fuck this day.
I did end up getting some take-out thai (that was soooooooo good) and stuffing myself. My sister is taking very good care of me.
I took Muffin to the vet this morning for what I thought was an infected nipple. It turns out it's a tumor. A tumor with a bad prognosis. 80-85% of them are malignant. I am really devastated. Poor thing was trapped in the car with me while I sobbed the whole way home. My cat is like my child. Don't even bother calling me a crazy cat lady. I've already accepted the title and honestly, if you don't understand how much one can love a pet; then I just feel sorry for you.
I sort of knew my fate when I adopted her. She was old, fat, and had been at PAWS for four months. She licked my hand and nuzzled me and I had to take her. I've only had her three years and I thought I'd get more time. They are doing a biopsy on Thursday, but I know it's not going to be benign. I just want to enjoy her warm, squishy, sweet self for as long as she's comfortable and happy.
I was supposed to meet up with friends to watch the Rat City Roller Girls (http://www.ratcityrollergirls.com/). I was pretty excited too. Last time it was a blast and I thought it might take my mind of Muffers. The plan was for them to meet me at 4:30 at the entrance. I stood there, in the sun, depressed (but in a very cute top) and waited for 20 minutes before I called them and they hadn't even left yet. They were waiting for this guy (that I don't even like much) to show up on his bike. I just knew it was going to take them another 30-45 minutes just to get there and the RCRG were already starting. I just wasn't in the mood to stand around getting even more sunburned for another half hour.
Fuck this day.
I did end up getting some take-out thai (that was soooooooo good) and stuffing myself. My sister is taking very good care of me.
