RIP, George.

I had it in my mind that I was going to post Friday, but it was just a horrible day. I found out an online friend passed away and then my cat got really sick. For the past few days, George wasn't eating, drinking, or using his litter box at a normal rate. He went from around 15 lbs. to 11 lbs. And he had become very lethargic.

We took him to the emergency vet clinic as soon as my husband got home. I thought it was going to be his heart murmur messing with him. They ran tests, did an exam, and x-rays. Turns out he had a huge tumor close to his liver. Within thirty minutes I went from him having a fixable condition with the murmur to a very difficult situation of cancer.

They explained that they could do the surgery, but the odds were against George. They quoted an 80% chance that he would not survive. And even if the surgery worked, I would only be looking at another two years with him at most. So I had the decision to make of trying the surgery or going ahead with putting him to sleep. This is easily the hardest decision that I have ever had to make regarding a pet.

I cried about it all night and all the next afternoon, but I knew my choice. I spent all Saturday afternoon just sitting with him in his room, crying, and petting him. Then, I watched as my husband carried him away one last time. I couldn't dare go to the clinic, because I would have lost it emotionally. It was a difficult thing for me to decide and even more difficult to come to terms with, but I made the right choice. The vets agreed with me by saying again how truly slim his chances were of survival. Doesn't make it any easier, but it did help to hear professionals validate my choice.

I don't tend to get too personal on this blog often, but it feels good for me to write this out and talk about him. And this explains why I've just not been fully into blogging for the past few days. I'm going to try to get back into the swing of things this coming week, though.

May my little Georgie rest in peace. ♥