My husband and I adopted Lonit Tina when we moved in together, almost sixteen years ago. She was on death row at the animal shelter, her age guessed at around seven-years, and she was scheduled to be put down the next day. Not with us around. We took her home. She quickly became the Princess Nettie, ruling over the house, eleven other cats and, eventually, two dogs.
Then, a few weeks ago, she started swelling. Fluid in her abdomen. After a myriad of tests, the vet began to suspect that we'd caught her in the early stages of a lymphoma in her small intestine. Steroids, water pills, dietary changes... We were contemplating beginning chemo without visual confirmation of the lymphoma when her condition worsened and the fluid moved into her lungs. After fifteen, almost sixteen, years of life with us, we made the call to end her suffering. She passed away today, a little after 6:30pm.
RIP Nettie-bette, you are missed my little princess.