It is with a heaviest of hearts that I have to report that we had to say goodbye to our little fluff a little less than an hour ago.
While it seemed that the cancer itself had been beaten back to the point where out of four doctors, none of them could feel it any more, the strain on her little self was just a bit too much. She stopped eating more than the barest nibbles, and was wasting away, having lost about 20% of her body weight, and a significant amount of muscle mass.
One of the things to do when faces with a progressive disease is to note the things that give your animal joy. For her, the biggest one, was being present with us, coming to the sofa, or the bed, and snuggling in and getting tummy rubs. And as of this evening, after the last trip to a clinic to try to get her in a state where she could eat, she just stopped being able to get around well, and her breathing became labored.
So, we took her to one of her favorite places (or bed, where she'd sleep with us all night), and said our final goodbyes, and my wife helped her to pass. We couldn't fix it, but we could end the suffering that was coming for her.
Goodbye Harlequin.
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