Biscuit & Zman, December 2004
Both kitties went to the vet today. Biscuit because we’ve caught him winded and wheezing, probably due, says the vet, to the fact he may be allergic to the xmas tree pine needles he’s been chewing on.
Zman, my cantankerous and sweet seventeen year old cat, probably has cancer. I knew this was coming, but have been putting it off because I know some very hard decisions are in the future. She’s had a small growth on her breast all year, and it’s finally gotten rather large. The vet says he can’t imagine the biopsy will come back benign, which breaks my heart. She’s been slowing down in so many ways, and she’s started losing weight, I just don’t know if you should operate on a kitty this old. She’s nearly eighteen. Today she got xrays, and he didn’t see any other tumerous masses, and she’s got general bloodwork coming in on Monday, at which time he’ll know what to recommend.
I’ve been with Zman my whole adult life, I got her a few months after I moved out of the house when I was eighteen. She’s my angel and has been through so much with me.
My heart is breaking.