Hi… It’s me, Blossom. 🌸🐾
I hope you’ll read my story, even though it’s a long one. I know it’s a lot. Sometimes it feels like a lot to me, too. But I’ve been through so much already… and I’m still here.
Not long ago, people found me lying on the side of the road and thought I was gone. I was so dehydrated, so weak, and so exhausted that I couldn’t even move. Cars passed by me for hours.
But when one kind couple came back and reached toward me, I found the tiniest bit of strength left in me and let out the softest little meow: “I’m still here… please.”
And everything changed.
Slowly, with warmth, food, water, and love, I got stronger. I learned what it felt like to sleep somewhere safe. To have a full tummy. To be kissed on my forehead and told I was a good girl. My foster mom and dad say I became the happiest cat they’d ever met.
Even after everything I went through, I still chose love.
My foster mom says I have a sparkle unlike any other cat she’s ever known.
Last year, when I was finally healthy enough for my spay surgery, the vet found cancer.
They removed the mass on my ovaries, but there was always a chance it could come back.
And now… we think it has.
Recently, I was supposed to have dental surgery because of my stinky breath. Before surgery, the vet wanted chest X-rays to make sure my cancer hadn’t returned and that it was safe for me to go under anesthesia.
That’s when everything changed again.
The X-rays found a mass in my abdomen.
Then I started feeling sick very quickly. My tummy hurt, I felt nauseous all the time, and I stopped eating. Instead, I curled up quietly in dark little spaces and just slept. My foster mom and dad say it felt like my sparkle disappeared overnight.
The vet decided I needed an ultrasound as soon as possible to see if my cancer had spread.
When the results came back… it wasn’t what we hoped for.
Although the cancer thankfully doesn’t appear to have spread throughout my body, the ultrasound showed not one mass, but two. We had hoped maybe the vets could quickly remove the masses and help me feel better again, but it’s more complicated than that. One of the masses is pressing against the little tube connecting my kidney and bladder.
During the ultrasound, the vets used a tiny needle to take samples from the masses so they could better understand what was happening inside me. My foster mom and dad say the results brought one small piece of hopeful news: this does not appear to be lymphoma. Instead of spreading throughout all my organs, the specialists believe this may still be isolated to my ovaries — the same ovarian cancer I fought before.
The vets also think I may have been dealing with pancreatitis, which could explain why I became so sick so suddenly. Luckily, the medications they gave me are helping so much. I’m eating again, asking for cuddles, and starting to feel like the happy little kitty I usually am.
Everyone is hopeful that means I’m still strong enough to keep fighting this… and that we still have time to help me. 💙
Because the surgery is so delicate, I’ve now been referred to a special oncology surgeon at OVC in Guelph.
I’m scared sometimes. I won’t pretend I’m not.
But I also feel hopeful.
I want more mornings greeting my foster family for breakfast. More cuddles. More naps in the sunshine. More time loving every person and kitty I meet. More chances to keep being the sweet little girl everyone says I am.
Pet Patrol didn’t give up on me when I was lying on the side of the road barely alive… and they aren’t giving up on me now.
The emergency vet visits, X-rays, ultrasound, cytology, medications, specialist consultations, and possible surgery are expensive, and my road ahead is still a long one. But everyone here is determined to keep fighting for me.
And honestly?
I’m not ready to stop fighting either.
With soft purrs, hopeful eyes, and all my love,
Blossom 💙🐱🌸