Sometimes, like me you think you've had a bad day. Then you find out yours isn't so awful.
Hang in their Mags-It IS Friday!
Made a trip last night, ostensibly to send this fine piece of feline creation to her final resting place. Only she didn't want to go just yet. Maggie has a few tumors, and has had surgery to remove it once, but ultimately what ails her is fatal. Last night, after shopping at Target, her owner and I returned to be greeted by blood all over the place. Vessels in her nose had erupted from the pressure of the tumor, leading her to spray blood every time she sneezed...which was often, because her nose kept filling up with blood.
After some deliberation, it was decided to take that long last car ride, to say the final goodbye. But Mags is a bit tougher than that. By the time we'd arrived at the clinic, she was full of vim and vigor, playing with the vet, jumping from the counter to the floor and vice versa...soooo-she was given some nasal spray to get the bleeding to stop, the vet said it was likely down to a week or two before she would start to actually suffer, but right now, she was probably good to go.
Maggie rocks, and truly does have nine lives. The thought that it was all a con in order to get an extra can of salmon and some Fro-yo hasn't escaped me.
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