Over the past month, our cat has gotten sicker and sicker. At first I was kind of puzzled about the symptoms, but finally today a series of x-rays and ultrasound at the vet confirmed our concerns-
Our beloved socks had Lymphoma. The cancer had spread to his entire body, making him unable to eat, make it to the catbox in time, and other problems. The poor guy would just lie there, and maybe drink a little bit of water (but not eat). It was really hard seeing him waste away.
Once they found out he did in fact have cancer, different options were weighed. Surgery would just cause the cancer to spread faster, and he was so weak that he probably couldn’t handle chemotherapy. Every day was another day he was getting weaker and in more pain, so it was agreed that the best thing to do was to euthanize him.
Realizing he is gone has been rather difficult. Socks was originally an anniversary present to my mom. My parents split up shortly afterward, and Socks helped my mom and I deal with some difficult years. He was a very mellow cat who was never ill-tempered and always friendly to visitors. When I would play the piano he would always come over to the bench and bug me to pet him. When I came home from work in the evening, he would run over so he could sit on my lap when I watched a movie.
I’m really going to miss him