What do you mean I'm sick?

~My Human keeps taking me to the "VET". They adore me, but I do not care for the the jabby things. Nor do I care for the little round things she keeps forcing me to swallow each morning and evening.

~Human says I have "lymphoma", she cries when she says this. I know I'm not feeling my best, but I'm not sure why she cries.

~Even Sir Frank has been nicer to me than normal these last few days. I do not understand, but since I am getting turkey lunch meat once a day, I do not mind.

~I now steal this from my Human's journal, perhaps she explains better:



Took Leo to a Cancer Vet today to get a fine needle aspirate of his tumor.

It's round cell lymphoma.

He has maybe 2 months.

I'm still praying for a miracle.

Give your pets some extra love today.

Feel free to share this post with others. I'm leaving it public, in case anyone else would be willing to pray for my miracle.

Mrow.

My human keeps leaving us, she calls it "work". Annoying, if you ask me. Why would she go to this "work" when she could be at home adoring me?

Speaking of adoring, I really wish she'd stop stashing the nip in that closed area.

Ah, sunlight. Time to nap.

Today she is home

Today my human is home. This is good, as my box needs cleaning, my food bowls filled, and my fur brushed.

First, a warm nap.