I posted almost a year ago about my girl Nenya being diagnosed with mammary cancer and given about three months left, something I was hugely devastated by. Since then, it has been a crazy adventure.
Nenya was once a very skittish, very-aggressive-to-strangers sort of cat, she was a former stray. I dreaded even trying to do treatments with her. Her first tumor removal surgery ended with an infection disaster where I had to clean her open, seeping wound myself for two weeks. Not a good start, especially when the mammary cancer treatment rodeo isn't something I was new to, Nenya being my third cat with the disease. Plus, I moved since my last cat cancer episode, and the closest cat oncologist to where I live is two hours away.
But Nenya... she came out of her shell, she went from the fearful cat to a super-tolerant sweetheart at all the vet's offices and her appointments -- the vets all called her a "sweet little lady", and in the past ten months, we became closer than we were even before her illness. She would even remind me when it was time for her chemo pills.
I had to put her down a few weeks back. We had such a short time together (only about four years, she was 5), but it was worth it. She was worth it. And I still love her, so, so much.
I miss you, Nenya.
Nenya was once a very skittish, very-aggressive-to-strangers sort of cat, she was a former stray. I dreaded even trying to do treatments with her. Her first tumor removal surgery ended with an infection disaster where I had to clean her open, seeping wound myself for two weeks. Not a good start, especially when the mammary cancer treatment rodeo isn't something I was new to, Nenya being my third cat with the disease. Plus, I moved since my last cat cancer episode, and the closest cat oncologist to where I live is two hours away.
But Nenya... she came out of her shell, she went from the fearful cat to a super-tolerant sweetheart at all the vet's offices and her appointments -- the vets all called her a "sweet little lady", and in the past ten months, we became closer than we were even before her illness. She would even remind me when it was time for her chemo pills.
I had to put her down a few weeks back. We had such a short time together (only about four years, she was 5), but it was worth it. She was worth it. And I still love her, so, so much.
I miss you, Nenya.