This morning it became official. My much loved Bengal cat, my birthday cat, Charger will die of cancer. He suddenly had a bunch of subdermal lumps, three were biopsied — tomorrow a ultrasound scan to see where the cancer originated and then we start a plan for giving him a decent quality of life until we send him over the Rainbow Bridge. I cry as I write this.
He was born Feb. 10 2001 to an unprofessional breeder, sold at 6 weeks to a family who — when they didn’t want him anymore — advertised in the PennySaver to get rid of him in 2002. I saw the ad on my birthday, David called, and the next day we saw him at their house and I fell in love with this big beautiful scared cat and we took him home and he has slept by me ever since then.
My birthday cat, my Valentine cat, Charger I am going to treasure the time we have left together.