Despite her illness and her weakness, Sputnik, in true Tortoiseshell fashion, is not about to go out without a fight. In the past few days, she has hopped up onto desks and rolled about in the dirt and discovered the joys of cream cheese and yogurt. She still has too much life in her to just let her go without giving her every possible opportunity to beat this thing.
So we are opting for surgery.
Because the cancer is on her intestine, the vet can remove the mass and the affected section of intestine and sew the good bits back together again, with a reasonable expectation of success. Her surgery is scheduled for Wednesday.
Of course there is always the chance that the vet will find more cancerous lesions once inside, and if that is the case then of course we will have to let Sputnik go. But at least we will be able to sleep nights, knowing that we have explored every reasonable option. And if the procedure will give us a few more years with her, then it is worth the risk.
And as the vet confided to me the other day, the bitchy fiesty breeds like Tortoiseshells are just too tough to simply roll over and die. There's something to be said for being a Type C personality.
I will keep you posted.