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todayiamadaisyIt was an enormous tumour, the vet said, taking up the lower part of Lysis' insides. It didn't affect the front end at all, so she could still eat and drink, but there was nowhere for it all to go. It blocked some nerve endings, which meant she was having increasing trouble walking, but also that she couldn't feel there was a problem.
So I picked Lysis up at about two o'clock this afternoon and took her home. She sat awhile outside in the garden in the sun, then had a snack and wandered inside to sleep on her cushion. I sat on the floor beside her and read my book. She was more sedate than usual, but she purred a little when I brushed her and stretched and turned from time to time.
The vet came just after five and it was all over. A peaceful end for a much loved cat. I got Lysis on 14 April 1989, when she was just over four weeks old. That's not a bad innings.
So I picked Lysis up at about two o'clock this afternoon and took her home. She sat awhile outside in the garden in the sun, then had a snack and wandered inside to sleep on her cushion. I sat on the floor beside her and read my book. She was more sedate than usual, but she purred a little when I brushed her and stretched and turned from time to time.
The vet came just after five and it was all over. A peaceful end for a much loved cat. I got Lysis on 14 April 1989, when she was just over four weeks old. That's not a bad innings.
