Well as I mentioned in one of my posts from yesterday, I had to take Zappa in to the cat clinic. I was thinking he had an infected tooth or something but it would be something fixable. They did his blood work and they said he had a high amount of liver enzymes in his blood, so they wanted to do a ultrasound to see if he had any growths in his kidneys. After looking up that issue, I thought it kind of supported that he wasn't eating because of his tooth.
So basically I was thinking everything would be okay, I would have Zappa back tonight and he would be bouncing around again and everything would be jake. I called them this morning to see how he was doing. It sounded like everything was okay, they were feeding him and he was eating it. They were starting to put him under for the dental procedure. They said they would call if there was anything I would need to know.
About twenty minutes later, I got the call that I was hoping that I wasn't going to get. The doctor said that there was another possibility she didn't think about. It was at that moment that I realized he wasn't coming back. She said he had jaw cancer. I've never heard of jaw cancer but I've heard of cancer and I knew that I didn't want to put him through whatever it would take to get rid of cancer. She said I made the right choice and she proceeded to tell me why I made the right choice.
Apparently jaw cancer in cats is a particularly virulent form of cancer. Basically they would have to remove the portion of the jaw that has the cancer. He would be fed through a tube while he figured out how to eat with out that part of his jaw. After removing the jaw, they would put him through radiation treatment. And that would be just so the cancer doesn't grow. I knew that I couldn't put him through any of that. He wouldn't be capable of understanding why he was going through all that suffering and at that point I think it's more about me than him.
It's funny, no matter how long you have a pet, they will always make an impression. The longer you have them, the more of an impression they will make. In some cases, they become a part of the family. It's tough to see something you care about go but sadly, it's the nature of things.
Good bye, Zappa, I'll miss you buddy.