The thing I hate most about going on vacation…coming back. And becoming re-immersed in the reality of day-to-day life. My elderly cat is dying. The last couple of weeks she’s been losing weight, but still behaving normally, so I was thinking “maybe I should take her to the vet.” So today I did. And it turns out she has a massive tumor in her abdomen, off of her liver. Her last checkup was in November and at that time she was in good health, for her age, and weighed in at 9.1 pounds. Today she was down to 7.4 pounds. I cringe when petting her now because I can feel her bones. There isn’t much we can do at this point. She’s still comfortable and not in pain. Yet. Some time in the next few weeks or months I’m going to have to take her back to the vet…but I won’t be bringing her home.