My best friend died in December after being sick for seven weeks. It still seems so unbelievable to me that the time was so short--it felt like seven years. Kaity went from being her typical playful self to being sick over night--literally. The first time she threw up I thought it was probably a furball, but when she did it again I took her to her vet right away. At first they thought it was fatty liver disease, but within one week she was diagnosed with liver cancer. I spoke with two specialists and decided to try chemotherapy--something I had previously said I would never do. The decision was really difficult for me because I knew,even with the chemo,her prognosis was not good.--six months to two years.--being an optimist, I convinced myself she would be one of the few to make the two year mark. I was off by 22 months. I guess her cancer was just too aggressive because even with the best treatment, she couldn't beat it. I am so glad that I was able to have her in my life for eight years. She was...everything to me. I don't know how else to put it. I had a boyfriend ask me a few years ago, if I had to choose between him and Kaity, who would I choose? I told him he did not want to hear the answer In September my brother had to euthanize his cat and I remember hugging Kaity and crying and saying I could never make that decision.--in a way I was pleading that I would never have to. I am struggling to not be filled with hate because I ended up having to do the one thing I had prayed so hard would never happen. I need to stop writing for now. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this.
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3/16/02 at 12:51am