Yesterday all was fine. We were bringing the cats (indoor ones) to the vet for annual immunisation.
The three of them lost weight. I was glad about it.
Vanille though, lost 2 pounds in like 2 months.
"I am worried about that" I told my vet.
At the same moment he looked at me and said
Vanille had a lump on the belly.
They ran tests this morning, it's intestinal cancer. 10 cm long tumor. There is nothing to be done. She will slowly die. Of course we won't let us suffer (it's amazing the number of people who seem to think I would let her do so.) at the moment she is fine according to the doc. I'll take good care of her, like I always do.
I think the hardest part is to think that even if she looks fine now, I'll have to understand that soon she will be gone.
As she will come to my bed tonight to cuddle with me to sleep, as she always do, I will have a hard time not to cry. She has been my friend for 7 years now. She chose me that day in the basement of the shelter I was visiting. She was with me as I was suffering my big miscarriage in 2007, as I was going through depression. It's just so hard to deal with the fact that now, soon, she will be gone.