Today I called our regular vet first thing in the a.m. They said I could bring Bandit in about 4pm - I already told them we found out he had a mass and that I thought it would be a trip to put him to sleep.
Our feedings today were shadowed with the sadness that the babies would never know Bandit. But, we also knew that it was for the best in a way, since he would have hated the addition of two babies - he already was mad at us for bringing home Bella.
To distract myself - and to let the nurses know we appreciated them - I baked several dozen spritz cookies in the shape of hearts. We took them in later in the day. The nurses seemed to like them, but I still got a lecture about how I was supposed to be napping/resting...not baking!
The vet was so kind. He looked at the x-ray and explained that he could see the mass as well. He didn't try to sell us on surgery. Instead we signed the paperwork and they took Bandit out of the room. Chris and I shed our tears as we said goodbye. The vet also said we could leave right away and they'd send the bill later. I was glad I didn't need to stand in the lobby to deal with that.
Next Valentine's Day should be 100% better! Here's my tribute to my (aka John's) cat:
That makes me very sad. :( I still miss my cat who disappeared while I was off at college. He was a good cat.
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