No, not Biscuit. I don’t love him any more :p
My Zman, my little ole lady. She’s been so brave since her last surgery, but has gotten progressively more feeble. Her bones are old and she’s lost a ton of weight and she was already wee!
This morning when I was bathing her (she don’t do it herself no more) I was cutting off a knot in her fur and found what I thought to be a small tumor on another nipple. I took her right to the vet and yes, it had to come right out. It was much smaller than the previous tumor, but she also had some ingrown toe nails (bad mommy!) which had to be operated on. It is really hard to do this to her, she’s over eighteen and very frail and asthmatic and blind with three teeth left. But she carries on! She eats and drinks and sleeps and purrs. So brave.
Surgery is over and she’s home with me now on lots of drugs on a heating pad. I’m bathing her leetle paws.
She’s been with me my whole adult life. She is everything. I love her.
(Zman at bath time two years ago)
(Zman and Biscuit when he was a baby)