| June 2002 |
| In lieu of Scarlett's recent passing I have become aware of just how lucky I am in a sense that Sasha is one hell of a trooper. I worry and I fret over her every day and with each passing month I become more anxious looking for signs and symptoms so I can be sure to catch her when she's in too much pain to go on. Yet she constantly amazes me with her resiliancy and her unbelievable time of beating her initial diagnosis of her life expectancy. The cancer is still growing (of course) and now signs are appearing that the tumors are becoming more pronounced on her belly, some of her teats have tumors right behind them and they are growing enough that her belly truly feels like a sack of marbles -yet she still plays and eats and behaves like quite the normal gal. I've not had the problems that poor Scarlett had with the need for belly protection or anything. I am truly lucky since I don't think I would be able to deal with the trials that Sally has gone through with her bout of Scarlett's mammary cancer, my heart goes out to her. Sasha does have her ear infections back and is getting her ear drops to the pain of us both (since of course I will not declaw my cats lol!) but otherwise she is in remarkable shape. She has overall the pep and vigor like my lil crystal and she plays more often then not. Her bouts in the closet spot are seldom and she spends most of her time following me around or dragging toys about to play. I do notice however, that she is getting quite the bare belly she seems to be licking it quite more though it is not irritated looking and quite healthy (minus the tumors underneath) so I can only assume they bother her (well, yes of course they must) but not to the degree that she's been behaving any differently. Now that it's nicer she spends a lot of time outside since her most favorite thing to do is flop around the concrete steps and rub up on the brick wall (better for scratching than my feeble nails that's for sure!) and just basking in the sunshine. She'll eat some grass rest in the sun and pretty much has been enjoying life from what I can see regardless of the evil shit growing inside her. I've not had anything alarming to report actually, in truth I honestly tend to forget she has the cancer when I'm playing with her or just cuddling and whatnot since she just doesn't let on that she's in any type of pain like she did a few months back, which I find quite odd. Compared to her previous behaviour and now I cannot figure how this can be so for now I sit and wait and let her have her outdoor fun... Kit June 15, 2002 |
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