This Might Be It

I'm writing this here because LJ is moribund and I don't want a ton of sympathetic remarks. Kazzie has a tumor that is pressing against her urethra, and at age 15 she will probably die soon. She had a very good run, and except for straining to urinate is still fairly spry. There's a chance that if the tumor is a lymphoma, it can be treated with simple at-home medication, which we would do. Anything more invasive would just make everyone miserable and not extend her lifespan appreciably. It's not as though we're all waiting for her to finish composing her memoirs.

I'm not putting this on FB or anything because I don't want 400 comments from people named "Lisa Starfeather, Fantasy Author" telling me about the Rainbow Bridge. Anyway, could be a week, could be six months. Kaz was born in Queens and was weaned too early from her mother, lived on the mean streets of Jersey City, lovely Long Island, twice here in California, explored the creeks and woods of Vermont, and chased skunks in Boston. I think I did a pretty good job with her.