When it rains, it pours

Switch responded positively to medicine the first week, but for the last five days or so she has been going downhill. She let us know that it is time to let go, which we will do on Saturday. I take heart in the fact that we didn't give up her and fought for her while she still had fight in her. We have given a happy, if short, life. She will be in a better place. I am so sad but I will be content knowing she is free from her illness.

I'll miss you, Swishy Cat.

In other news, my grandma has terminal live cancer and has less than six months to live. This is her third go round with cancer ( first breast then colon). I almost think that she is ready too. I am making a list of questions to ask her in hopes that I will have less regrets of things I never knew before she was gone. All I can think of is how I am not going to see her on my wedding day. I always imagined me in my white dress hugging my Nan before I walked down the aisle with the smell of her perfume still in my nose.

Oh and my favorite uncle has colon cancer (again) and it may have spread to his liver. He is one of the strongest men I know, a retired one star general from the Air Force, veteran of two wars. I am sure that he will be fine but I am still scared.

Unfortunately, today, I have no bright side.

Switch Watch 2004:

I think that her breathing is getting worse, so we are taking her to a new vet that is a little more optmistic about helping her. Keep your fingers crossed.

I went to Opening Day at the San Diego Padres new ballpark yesterday. We had a huge party at the Omni Hotel before the game. It was INSANE. Nearly four hundred people with a majority of them being gorgeous, rich, smart men. I have HammieLove, but it was certainly nice scenery!

oh, and the Pads won. Take that and inject it, Barry Bonds!!

Switch is hanging in there. She is still very alert. She is also eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom on her own.

I have done some research on FIP and while it is a terminal disease, there are treamtments available that can force the virus into a sort of remission. Since Switch doesn't look that far gone to us yet, I think we are going to try it. I have to talk to the vet today.

On the bright side (and it was hard to find one), I went to Victoria's Secret yesterday and got measured for a bra. I had been wearing a 38 C and it turns out that I am a 40 DD. I bought a bra that fits and man do I have a huge (*yooge*) rack or what??!

I just found out that my kitten, Switch, has a fatal feline disease and we are probably going to have to put her down.

How am I going to look at her innocent little face and watch as her heart stops beating?

This is so hard.