One of the things in life that brings me most joy is my pets.
One of the things in life that brings me most sorrow… is pets.
Chunks, Chunkmeister, Chunkzilla, Chunkahula.. the cat of a thousand names and a breakfast for each of them. ChunkyMonkey isn’t doing so well. I took him to the vet last week as my 16lb Chunkatron had a lump on his jaw about the size of a raisin/small grape. He’s had most of his teeth out so we were thinking abscess. The vet didn’t think so as he didn’t have pongy death breath so she was thinking a blocked salivary gland.
Surgery was set for last Friday and brought news none of us were expecting. Chunks isn’t just a podger, he has some of the densest fur I’ve ever seen. You can part it all you want but you’ll never see skin. It’s like velvet. It was also disguising the fact there were more lumps. My Chunkyboomboom has the big C. He’s stopped eating now and he’s even more sedentary than usual. Considering he’s usually about as active as a Chrysanthemum, this is impressive! I’m not letting my Cowardly Lion starve to death. I’ve just had to make ‘The Call’ to the vet and we’ll be saying our goodbyes to my blond horror tomorrow evening. Doing the right thing doesn’t feel right at all.