Faith has inoperable cancer. We adopted her seven years ago when she was five.
A few days ago, we notice her tummy was distended and she was hiding a lot. After much testing, the diagnosis is a baseball-size mass in her torso that’s not treatable.
We guess it’s been growing for weeks. Cats are good at masking discomfort. Looking back, there were days when she didn’t eat much, but she wasn’t acting differently so we didn’t think much about it. And other stuff (job search, resignation, new job…) was occupying our attention. Until a few days ago.
Looks like Monday will be “the day.” I hate this.