Fiona has a mass in her stomach the size of a grapefruit. She is in exploratory surgery as I type. It is thought she has Visceral Mast Cell Tumor cancer. I was right, she did have a return of the cancer, but it went internal. IF it is only on her spleen, they will remove her spleen. Even if they see evidence of spots of the same cancer in other places, he will leave it alone. It gets pissed off easily if messed with. IF she is full of cancer, she will get a Bridge Pass. Her surgery, aftercare and such will not exceed $400.00. If you can help her out- thank you- it is desperately needed. I am sitting on pins and needles waiting for the vet to call me. He won’t put her down before speaking with me first. When she went to the vet on May 18th she weighed 9 pounds 10 ounces, she now weighs 3 pounds 2 ounces. He said he should have listened to my intuition at the initial visit- but it was her drop in weight that revealed this monster lurking inside of her. Please pray it is only involving the spleen. This Pitbull Warrior Princess shouldn’t have her Bridge Pass stamped quite yet.
At 1:45 this afternoon, Fiona presented her Bridge Stamp at the Rainbow Bridge Terminal and boarded the train to a better life. It was not Visceral MCT-it was severe intestinal lymphoma and it had invaded every orifice she had to offer. Surgically, there was no way to remove it at all and so we let her go.
As I laid her in the forest and covered her with flora and fauna, I thought back on the nine years she shared with us. This is a hard goodbye for us- so final, so sudden. Bless her for being here for bringing us so much joy, so much worry and so much laughter and comfort.
Fiona
I’m glad to hear you are giving Fiona a fighting chance. Hopefully, it will give her life back and you don’t have to say good bye even though I know you would if needed. Keeping you in my prayers for both Fiona and Mike.
Awww Maryanne! So saddened by this news! So very sorry for your loss! Prayers for the good Lord to enfold you in his loving arms and give you strength to get through this!
When it rains, it pours. I am grateful you were able to allow Fiona to pass peacefully before she suffered any further. You loved her, and she knows that. Even if you had been able to do this a few days earlier as you had mentioned in an earlier post, it sounds like the outcome would still have been the same. the memory of sweet Fiona will live on in your heart forever.
I am so sorry for your loss.
i wish I had the gift of eloquent writing and could offer some graceful condolence. Please know that I am so sorry for the circumstances with Fiona. I know this pain of loss. If it some small consolation to you, I am praying for strength for you and I share your heavy heart over your beautiful warrior cat.
For your beloved Mike, more prayers and more good thoughts for you both. i can only hope that after the initial shock and resignation to what sounds like an inevitable amputation, he will no longer be in pain and his body will not have to fight back against the infection and inflammation and he may regain a measure of good health.
I have followed your blog for several years; don’t say much, but you so genuinely strike me a a person who lives a life full of kindness and compassion, I was shocked by the recent negativity directed at you over the sisters, and for that I am sorry.
I will pray for God to soothe your soul, ease your burdens and give you the fortitude to continue on your path.
How can such small things carry so much of us with them when they go?
Because of how they live, how they love and how they are able to crawl into our lives and hearts in a moment’s notice.
I am so very sorry.
awwww so sad RIP beautiful Fiona. Typing through the tears. Fiona you have known love and shared your love and you will forever be in our hearts.
It is never easy – no matter the circumstances. but please know how very sorry we are that Fiona crossed the Bridge
Thank you everyone with all my heart for your kindness. I can’t go into the cat enclosure without crying. She had chosen her final sleeping place right by the door and a few times when I opened the door she would bolt outside to wolf down grass (another warning sign) I always brought her back and then carried a handful of grass to her thinking she just had an upset stomach. I’m sure she did. I felt the mass again at the vet’s and it was so big- how did we miss it? I know, this is a part of the mourning process, the second-guessing, the play of “what-if’s” God I miss her.