My own Kiwi had a recent health issue that resulted in surgery and a change of diet due to calcium oxalate stones in her bladder. Of course my mind went straight to “cancer” while we were trying to determine the cause of her litter box problems. In the end, surgery was necessary because none of the non-surgical treatments worked.
Today, my heart is breaking. My heart breaks because a family has lost their dear companion, who was only eight years old. More than that, my heart breaks because our animal companions can, and sometimes do, get cancer. My heart will always break when I learn the news of a cancer diagnosis. A little bit of me will be taken away each time, until there is a cure.
Rest in peace, sweet Kiwi the Shelter Kitty.
And for those of you who share your home with a four-foot, furry animal
companion, give them an extra kiss and belly rub tonight.
Kiwi the Shelter Kitty |
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I mourn for Kiwi, too, and am so grateful our Kiwi is cancer free. <3
ReplyDeleteStories like this make me so sad. My husband and I don't have kids, but we have a furbaby in the form of a shelter kitty named Miss Daisy. She's so full of personality and energy that it's almost like having a kid in the house, and I'd be just as devastated if anything were to ever happen to her. I'm glad your Kiwi made it through okay.
ReplyDeletePlease give Miss Daisy a scratch for me. Yes, they are like having children. Our furbabies are part of our family.
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