Theresa My Baby Girl Options

[Tom's Dad]

For those of you that follow my Welcome Tang post, you know my little girl cat Theresa.

She came to me by way of PartSmart adoption center 03/2007. She was about 4 1/2 at the time and had no adoption fee. I got her primarily as company for my Sir Thomas (RIP 12/08/2010) From the onset she had to deal with crippling inner ear and upper respiratory infections. But since then (other than a mild case of worms) she has been my rock health wise. Emotionally so when I lost Tom.

Today it looks like her luck has run out. I took her to the vet because she'd been drooling and bleeding from the mouth (I thought she'd been over grooming when I'd find red patches in her fur) My brave baby girl has an inoperable tumor on the base of her tongue The vet gives it about 4-6 month before she may not be able to eat at all even soft food. Perhaps longer with steroid injections. Chemo is way beyond my ability to pay for, and the vet feels it would just make her miserable anyway. I have this sickening feeling her time may come around December. Anyone who's read my post about Sir Thomas knows why that would be sadly ironic. I am devastated but determined to make her as comfortable as I can with the time we have left. She's fighter, so who knows.....

[Tom's Dad]

Hi moon_beam.

Thank you and LoveMyMickey for your generous compassion regarding my baby girl. I think what's bothering most about it is how much she seems to have been short changed over the past 9 years. First she had to take a back seat to Tom and his health issues. Then when he crossed the Bridge, along came Tang less than 6 months later and his similar issues

I'm doing my best to make quality time to spend with her, but I can't help but feel I should have been doing that all along. Two things she did last night were both heart warming while at the same time worrisome. She slept in the bed as I mentioned in my post to LMM. But last night as she craved lap time while I watched TV, she was disappointed yet again. I tried to keep seated as long as I could, but force of habit an all that. But instead of sulking off to a corner like she usually does, she stayed as my feet rolled over on her back looking ever so lovingly at me. I can't stop thinking about how when Tom must have known his earthly path was coming to an end, he always wanted to me near me too.

But, one day at a time. We only just found out about the tumor. It's nowhere near time to throw in the towel. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

I hope you and Noah have a peaceful evening. Blessings.

TTT