One Day at a Time with My Sweet Rascal

I didn't go to the market today because my ceiling lift was broken, it was freezing outside, and I wanted to be with Rascal. He was hiding under the bed again this morning ....

You see, this week I just found out that Rascal has a mass on one of his lungs.  Crazy, right? I had just lost Hershey a little over a month ago through cancer, and now Rascal has it too!  What are the odds, right?  It's like a bad genetic lottery.

When the vet told me I yowled in pain, sorrow, and fury!  It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair! My boys are sweet, innocent, and lovable who don't deserve this!  There are so many heartless and brutal people in the world - why couldn't Fate target some of them?!  (Yes, yes, I know these type of people get diseases and die, too, but it certainly still seems lopsided somehow.)

I cried for a day and a half, and then I thought:  Rascal's still alive.  He's alive and he needs my love and support more than ever.  I can't mourn for him when he's still around!  So, I'm trying my best to rein in my sadness and make Rascal's last days filled with love, affection, and any kind of food he wants - except for chocolate, of course!

I'm not sure exactly how long Rascal has, and sometimes he has good days and bad (which evokes a whole range of emotions), but he and I are going to take it one day at a time together.