I'm sure you're all my friends on facebook, so you saw this already - sorry about the overload.
In the middle of working through Daisy's trouble and treatment, we decided we had to get serious with the vet about why Pinkie just won't eat any more. Enough of the "oh, it's a broken tooth...it's the stitches from her tooth...she is still worried about the tooth extraction" crap we've been hearing for a month now.
Be careful what you ask for. They ran more tests and ultrasounds. She has a cancer that has consumed her spleen, covered her liver and gotten into her heart. She wouldn't have had more than a couple weeks at best - but her greatest risk is that sudden move, jumping, going up or down stairs could cause her spleen to burst, which would be a horribly painful way to go.
So, we are offering her all the treats and people food that Auntie Leah says no to, and allowing her to go peacefully on Friday. It would be inexcusable for us to selfishly hang on to her longer and then let her suffer a burst spleen.
You know she is still all of your girlfriend - and she'll be with us, only enjoying the squirrels and birds much more.
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Alice laughed: "There's no use trying," she said; "one can't believe impossible things."
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "...Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
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