Took Kitten[1] into the vet. Quality of life was determined to be unacceptable, and the vet explained that because of the size of the tumour (both in terms of the blood loss that surgery would entail and the loss of skin that would mean a long slow healing process with a huge possibility for infection in the area left open[2]), and the condition she was in (she'd been eating alright for one rat, but she was kind of eating for herself *and* the tumour; her bones were poking through[3]), surgery was a bad idea. They do surgeries there that other vets in the city won't do, due to sheer expertise and experience, and she still recommended against it.
Despite faint flicking hopes, the diagnosis of Malaysian Left-Leg Tumour Pattern--which gets to *exactly* this stage and then is reabsorbed within a fortnight leaving a perfectly healthy rat--was not forthcoming.
I hate it when vets get teary.
In the end: Kitten went to sleep very slowly, on a soft sock, with a belly full of peanut butter, petted and surrounded by people who cared.
(I'll be fine. It was easier than with Toby, since she was in objectively much worse shape and since I hadn't known her as long.)
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[1] It occurs to me that when posting about the rat, I have not previously mentioned her name. That is it.
[2] The lack of the word is driving me batshit. Granuloma? Granulated something.
[3] EDIT: That's "her bones were poking through" in the sense that you could feel the spine and hipbones and the ribs very very clearly. Not in the sense that there were ulcers over her skeleton. Sorry.
Despite faint flicking hopes, the diagnosis of Malaysian Left-Leg Tumour Pattern--which gets to *exactly* this stage and then is reabsorbed within a fortnight leaving a perfectly healthy rat--was not forthcoming.
I hate it when vets get teary.
In the end: Kitten went to sleep very slowly, on a soft sock, with a belly full of peanut butter, petted and surrounded by people who cared.
(I'll be fine. It was easier than with Toby, since she was in objectively much worse shape and since I hadn't known her as long.)
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[1] It occurs to me that when posting about the rat, I have not previously mentioned her name. That is it.
[2] The lack of the word is driving me batshit. Granuloma? Granulated something.
[3] EDIT: That's "her bones were poking through" in the sense that you could feel the spine and hipbones and the ribs very very clearly. Not in the sense that there were ulcers over her skeleton. Sorry.
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*hug*
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Thanks.
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And I think your icon very appropriate, too.
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you sure have been through a lot
your compassion is inspiring
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I have to tell you, right now I am *so glad* that Angel is being healthy at me. Demanding, crochety, and imperious, but healthy. :)