We got some bad news from the vet this week. Stripe's developed another tumor, and it, like the monster one we just had taken out of him two months ago, is growing pretty fast. He's still pretty fragile from the last surgery so we're trying meds for now, since he doesn't seem to be in any pain, hoping that will hold it off for long enough for him to get fat and strong.
His basic routine is that he pops out of his cage at least once a day, tussles with Puck a bit, and gives himself a scratch on the bubble wrap. Puck's even letting him play with his favorite tennis ball. And he curls up in my lap while I post pictures of him online, every once in a while giving me a nice kick with one paw to say "Hey, I've still got it."
A.
Well, fuckity fuck fuck. Poor little guy. He takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'. Thank goodness he has the bestest folks evah lookin' out for him. Best wishes, lotsa scritches and keep us posted.
This kid has a bigger fan base than I do. Shit. . .
Posted by: munkihaid | August 10, 2007 at 01:39
Aw, heck. I hope for the best, A.
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Posted by: spork_incident | August 10, 2007 at 07:16
if only pets lived as long as we did.
but hey, a chance for something else to love.
not that i am speaking doom.
Posted by: pansypoo | August 10, 2007 at 11:30
So sorry to hear that Stripe's not out of the woods. Hope and healing vibes coming your way.
Peace, V.
Posted by: VictoriaB | August 10, 2007 at 12:05
Awww, poor little buddy.
Hope he beats this.
Posted by: four legs good | August 10, 2007 at 12:38