I am recovering from the loss of my 14 yr old Maine Coon mix, Simon. All of a sudden he was drooling, losing weight and obviously feeling really bad. We took him to the vet and found he had a fast growing tumor under his tongue. I was given the choice of bringing him home or putting him to sleep. The vet said he might live a month. I knew I couldn't stand to watch him suffer and die in pain. My mind tells me I made the right choice (putting him to sleep) but my heart still questions my judgement.
I adopted Simon from the local shelter. They found him wandering on the street and he was tiny. They figured he was maybe 4-5 wks old. He had previously been in a home environment because he would sit in front of the refrigerator when he was hungry. We had a love at first sight encounter.
I am now waiting on Maggie to grow. I have 7 wks to go before I can bring her home. She is a Maine Coon blue tabby.
I really need a kitty hug right now.
I adopted Simon from the local shelter. They found him wandering on the street and he was tiny. They figured he was maybe 4-5 wks old. He had previously been in a home environment because he would sit in front of the refrigerator when he was hungry. We had a love at first sight encounter.
I am now waiting on Maggie to grow. I have 7 wks to go before I can bring her home. She is a Maine Coon blue tabby.
I really need a kitty hug right now.
