Loss

[ladysprite]

Last month I noticed that my little orange cat wasn't eating as well as usual. Nothing else, but being the paranoid mommy I am, after a day or so I brought him in to work for some tests. By the end of the week I had the answer - pancreatic carcinoma, already metastasized to his liver. When even the oncologist's only response is, 'wow, that's a crap disease,' you know you're in trouble.

He rallied at first, with some basic supportive care, but when I got home this weekend I realized he had taken a major turn for the worse. This morning when I woke up, and saw how he was breathing... It couldn't wait any longer. I took him into work before my shift started, and did the only thing I still could to help him.

Goodbye, Tristan. My peanut gallery, my weirdo, my wall-licking strange orange beast. You were awesome, and I love you.

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Comments

[solipsistnation.livejournal.com]

The thing to remember, I think, is what his life would have been without you-- short and empty.

You gave him life and love for as long as you could. His life was better because of you. His life WAS because of you.

That it wasn't as long as you'd have wanted does not diminish that. Remember him with love.