I've been trying for a week to write this blog post, between tears and numbness and denial.
It's been too long since I wrote a Scully & Max post. Time has a tendency to slip away from me. Plus, they hadn't done anything particularly interesting or goofball in quite a while. I miss goofball. I miss normalcy. Well, as normal as it gets here in this house.
Last Friday (Oct. 1), a trip to the vet for what I thought was a bad tooth or two for Scully -- she couldn't chew dry food anymore, or even treats -- in the blink of an eye turned awful. There, under her tongue, was a large tumor. That's why she couldn't eat the dry food. She could chew them, but she couldn't get them up into her mouth. They just fell out, because she couldn't make those nifty tongue movements cats do to snatch food from their bowl. The vet says it's a particularly aggressive form of cancer.
Even if I had the money for surgery, treatments, and all that goes with it, the vet doesn't recommend it and I do not want to put her through all that. She's at least 9 years old, is terrified anywhere but in her home, and the surgery would be disfiguring to her tongue, so she'd probably never be able to eat normally again. And that's if it worked against the cancer, which is unlikely.
She's actually eating fairly well right now -- and has already figured out that I will happily give her anything she wants, as often as she wants it. And, oh yes, the more expensive food in those little bitty cans and trays. She's enjoying it. And Max, who was already overweight, is enjoying it, too. She gets a little bit every time Scully does. Wouldn't want her to feel left out. We'll work on getting her svelte again sometime in the future. For now, I just want them to be as content as possible.
This is so much harder because it's Scully. I've had her for so long. It used to be just the two of us. Ok, the three of us, counting a l'il bitty snake who was fascinated by her. Scully would sit beside the tank and the snake would slither over and stretch up the side till they were almost nose-to-nose.
I wish I could go back to those days.
Not that I don't love all of my cats -- yes, I have more than two, but only Scully & Max can type, so they got their own blog ;-}
It was always fun to share their antics with you all, and I wish I had more of the same this time. I debated about whether or not to write this post, but I thought you might want to know.
I wanted to put the newest photo of Scully & Max here, but can't seem to get the frakkin' website to do it (Thanks, Weebly, you're so kind). So if you've never been here before & would like to see them, you'll have to scroll down. There are several photos of them in my earlier posts.