It's been a rough day. My mom's cat Brigit died this morning.
About seven months ago we found tumours on her tummy. The vet removed what they could and confirmed it was cancer, and that the cancer got into her blood and lymph nodes. We did our best to keep her comfortable, but over the last week, she became lethargic, not moving around much. Last night she looked for a quiet place to lay. This morning my mom had a cuddle with her, then went to load the dishwasher. 30 minutes later we find her next to my mom's chair in the den deceased.
The last photo I ever took of Brigit:
So words for the March mini-nano that normally would have gone into Quantum Songstress went into this, all 441 words.
Still, enjoy these photos of Brigit and her sister Maeve. They were littermates. These images document from when they first were in my mom's house up until a couple of days before Brigit's death.
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