I started not feeling well yesterday, and I decided to call in sick today. At the same time, Finney, who has been crashing, has hit bottom. So today is the day I’ll be saying goodbye.
I’ve been here so many times, and described it so many times, I don’t have the heart to talk about it again. If you’ve gone through this you know. I left a message for Dr. Wendy McCulloch to come here and do it at home. I’d planned to call her to arrange for her to come on Thursday after work. (I took him to the vet last night and got him a shot of pain killers that last three days. We were going to have three final days.) But if she can’t get here on such short notice I will bring him to the vet. It’s not what I want for Finney, but it really has to be today.
The only thing I can think of to do for him is to let him eat all the frozen yogurt that he wants. I always used to give him a tiny bite or two of these frozen yogurt pops I like. When the tumor came back I start giving him lots of bites. Today I’ll just put a whole one down on a plate for him.
I got a few shots of Finney checking out one of the kittens. Which kitten, as per usual, I do not know. As you can see, his hair never grew back after the surgery. A tumor returned in the exact same spot, and I’m guessing that’s why his hair didn’t return.