She's drooling more than she had been. Which is no HUGE difference around here. For a cat with an underbite, she's always been a bit of a drooler. It's noticeable though and we've begun the nightly process of washing her face and chest to keep her clean.
I start every day as if it's the last. Mornings are hard. Evenings are better. She's more active, happy, and outgoing. It's definitely a rollercoaster ride. I question myself every day if I'm doing right by her. Just when I think I'm keeping her here for ME, I look into her eyes and see that soul that still has fight. She comes running into the room to steal a wrapper. She dives off the windowsill to run to the next window to chase a chipmunk. If I didn't KNOW she had cancer I'm not sure I'd be questioning all these things. She really doesn't act any differently than the other cats. But, I KNOW... hence I second guess myself. I promised her she would not know she was sick or live in pain. She can't talk though, so I have to go with my gut and pray it doesn't stir me wrong.
Last night she slept all curled up next to me, purring the night away. I'll take that as a win and another good day in the books.
Hugs and Purrs,
Arline & Tesserae




