So my cat's been acting really weird the last two months or so. Like a week after she started acting stange, I wanted my parents to take her to the vet. They said there was no need because she might just have a cold.
But then she started to have practically no energy, wasn't eating a lot, loosing a lot of weight and some fur so a month ago I made my parents take her to the vet because I thought she had cancer. She some sort of blockage in her stomach that caused lack of appetite and therefore was the cause of her symptoms with the exception of the loss of fur. I asked and the vet promised us it wasn't cancer so I believed him even though I had a feeling it was. He went through vet school so obviously he knew more than I did. He said as soon as the block in her stomach cleared up, she'd be good as new. And I decided to trust him completely.
We took her in for a check up today to the same vet and he told us she had cancer. I just wanted to hit him really hard and be like, "I'm almost 15, I don't have a freakin PHD and I knew she had cancer. You insisted she didn't so I believed you and thought she'd be okay. You (use your imagination for the rest)"
The tumor is pretty severe but the vet promised she won't die in the next couple weeks. For some reason, I don't believe him >:|
I understand she's old now. About 13 which in human years is like 69. I knew she wasn't going to leave forever but I didn't know she'd wind up with cancer.
She's my cat. I was the reason we got her. When I was six, my other cat died so I was a pain in the butt telling my parents everyday that I wanted a pet. I gave them a choice of a monkey or another cat so of course they went with the cat option. I picked her out myself and I was her favorite out of my family. I'm the only one she allows to hold her.
I don't know how long she's going to live for and I'm fustrated that we can't do anything for her. I'm going to camp tomorrow and I'm scared she'll die when I'm away for two weeks.
Thanks for reading if you did. I just needed to vent.
