I had to say goodbye to Maisie a week ago. She had a pituitary tumor, AND a mammary tumor in her groin that started compressing her bladder after it literally grew bigger overnight. She was such a sweet bean. Always cuddling with her sister or me, and giving kisses. She had a kiwi-butt, and she was my baby. I love you Maisie.
And yesterday I found a huge mammary tumor that's at least an inch in diameter on Maisie, who was already sick with what I'm now thinking might be a pituitary tumor.
Update: Maisie has gotten SO MUCH BETTER with her PTSD and anxiety! Mable had to get two mammary tumors removed (and be spayed to help prevent more.) She needed to wear a bird cone for a bit and it was hilarious.
Today it snowed and I gave the girls some to shove their faces in.
I had some issues after loosing Stan (my counselor says it's due to Stan and Willie being my rock during some trauma that I'm having such a hard time adjusting after their passing.)
But now I'm a little drunk and watching Black Oxen (1924 with my girl Clara Bow) with Kesha as the soundtrack, and I'm feeling pretty good. Because whiskey.
Beware, pictures of my new (not really so new) babies Mable and Maisie are incoming.