The title says it all: Ufi has cancer.
Specifically, he has bone cancer. The vet says he’s terminally ill. At best, he may live for four months. Since the tumor is in his right front leg, he is immediately retiring. He is on medicine for the pain. All we can do now is keep him comfortable and enjoy him for the time we can enjoy him.
For the last couple of weeks, he has been having some trouble walking. Since he is normally so active, we thought he suffered a sprain; he has done that several times before. This time it didn’t get better. When he laid down during a walk the other day, something he had never done, we knew something was wrong.
Never expecting such a heartbreaking diagnosis, I had Mom take him to the vet while I went to work. Neither of us will ever forget her having to text me such surprising, awful news.
I could try amputating the leg, but the vet believes the cancer has already spread. I could try radiation, but that won’t get rid of the cancer.
Anyone who knows Ufi knows how much he hates going to the vet and taking medicine. He has spent his entire life on massive amounts of medicine for his allergies. I’m not going to make the time he has left even more miserable for him. I have decided no treatment will be pursued.
It sucks having to decide for a loved one who can’t tell you what they would choose. Being me, I will never feel quite right about my decision. There will always be a small part of me that will wonder if I quit on Ufi. But I think of how he always tries to hide behind me at the vet, and I can’t bring myself to force him to spend some of the time he has left doing something I know he hates. That’s especially true when, according to the vet, the treatments have little chance of success.
I’m going to spend the next few days getting used to the idea that Ufi will soon be leaving us. I’m going to spend the next few days getting ready to live a life without Ufi as my trusty guide and protector. I’m going to spend the rest of Ufi’s life reminding him of how much I appreciate and love him.