My heart hurts, my head aches and I’ve been in tears for well over a week. King Kieran hasn’t been feeling well. I think the cancer (small cell lymphoma) has ramped up because the chemo he started back in August doesn’t seem to be helping any longer. His appetite has been declining despite me making adjustments with his drug care regimen. Amazingly, he still wishes to participate in training games and remains as affectionate and engaged but struggles terribly when it comes to meal times. He wants to eat but can’t bring himself to eat much or if anything at all and that crushes me. And... cue the damn waterworks again.
I’ll be speaking with his vet tomorrow to determine the next best course of action in hopes it’ll get him feeling better. His quality of life comes first over my selfish desires to allow him to suffer. But it still feels shitty knowing the inevitable.
Cancer fucking sucks! I’m sorry for the profane point but cancer is evil! It doesn’t just affect the patient, it erodes and emotionally as well as physically drains the affected love ones too.
Kieran is my feline equivalent of a soulmate. Romeo is the world’s social media diva star who I also dearly love. However Kieran has touched my soul unlike any cat I’ve known. I LOVE the King more than anything on this planet and anyone who is truly an animal lover will understand the sentiment.
So please kitty kiss your furry babies in his honour. If you can, please keep pawsitive thoughts for the King. I’ll share an update when I can so please forgive me for not being able to post regularly.