Fudge gets to come home in a couple of hours after spending the last two days at the vets. After his surgery last week he needed the muscles reattached to his bum hole which meant he couldn't poop very well. In the end he stopped completely and got backed up so the vets had the fun of giving him enemas and clearing him out. Right now though he is clear so we get to bring him home again and keep him somewhere we can keep clean easily while he has the runs for the next while. Then once he is over that he gets to start chemotherapy to treat all the cancer parts that couldn't be gotten out via the surgery since it had spread out so much. Poor guy.
It is has been strange not having him here. The only time when we are not with him for any long time is if we go away somewhere. Being at home and not having Fudge here, especially at night, is a strange thing to feel. He has been away during the day at the vets for a teeth cleaning for example but to not have him there first thing in the morning when we get up to greet us and not having him come up to us and just want to be near us all the time is weird. Not something I want to get used to. If the chemo goes well then he will have several more years. We are not ready to say goodbye to Fudge and he is not ready to go, he still enjoys life so much and acts like a kitten still despite being 14. Even the vet commented on him being so active and not acting his age.
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