I Can't Believe We're Losing Another One Options

[PucksMom]

I am absolutely heartsick...

Yesterday when I was at my mom's house, Steve, the cat she sent home with me when I lost Puck, started breathing really funny. We thought maybe he caught a respiratory infection.
Mom just took him to the vet and he had a bunch of fluid which the vet drained, but that revealed he had cancer.
vet doesn't expect him to last more than a couple of days. Mom was going to have him put to sleep then, but she says he started purring in her arms and she couldn't do it. Vet sent her home with medication.

Please keep Steve and my mom in your thoughts and prayers. he's such a very good kitty.

We took him in as a starving to death stray tomcat- he was so thin that if you put your hand around his backbone, your fingers could actually touch together. He was scary at first, kind of untractable, but once he was neutered and his hormones settled in, he became just the coolest kitty. He has a huge purr, and loved to get right in your face and hug. He would rub up against you, and then playfully bite your chin or your nose.

This is just a fricking terrible month...
My aunt's horse died just into the new year (she lived to be 26 years old despite being chronically ill from a very young age) , I lost my baby on the 9th, my sister's little foster dog, who had found her forever home, was put to sleep due to kidney failure, and now Steve...

[PucksMom]

Thank you for your kind words. The past month just has me absolutely flattened. I at least can draw some comfort in that my grampa is finally out of pain. He was so sick for most of my life. Anybody else would have died long ago but he was just too stubborn. Dementia robbed me of the grampa I grew up with for the past few years, and I distanced myself from him because I just couldn't deal with it, which I feel guilty about, but I also sort of lost him a while ago, so maybe that makes his physical death not so hard? At any rate, here is my grampa's obituary.... http://www.sharpfuneralhomes.com/_mgxroot/page_10756.php

Tomorrow will be a sad day... Steve was doing well until early this afternoon. Mom said the tumor is absolutely huge- a couple of inches long wrapping around his lungs.... He started laboring to breathe again He is going to the vet in the morning....

I am still having such a hard time coming to terms with the loss of Puck. It hits me as odd that I'm handling the loss of my grandfather better than I am the loss of a cat, but I think it might be because in my grandpa's situation, there was nothing I could have done to prevent it, and he had lived a long, full life....