Affairs of a Heathen

I had a rough week and will have an even worse weekend. I woke up Monday from my Mom calling me. Last week she sent me an email briefly explaining the trip to the vet that the family cat, Rusty, had taken. She mentioned something about a black spot on the x-ray and would fill me in later. The call I received was about the results. The vet identified the black mass as cancer and noticed it was in his liver, spleen and intestines. This would account for his lack of an appetite and bowel movements. He was given only a couple weeks before his organs would begin to shutdown. I visited him tonight and he wasn’t looking well. His hair was shaved around his stomach and ankles. He was somewhat lethargic and distant. While I was there, there was a call from the vet again to update us on the advanced tests that were performed. Rusty had very aggressive hepatic cancer which showed signs that was expanding rapidly and causing necrosis of the tissue from the inside. We were advised to move forward with a decision to euthanize him soon. My parents agreed and scheduled an appointment tomorrow.

I’ve been living on my own for almost 3 years now and haven’t seen Rusty much. I’m usually there whenever my parents take a trip out of town and I tend to the litter and food. Before I moved out, Rusty would be in my room napping or in my lap while I’d be on the computer. He has a personality that will definitely be missed.