It is with a heavy heart and weepy eyes that I write to you today, Dear Readers. As some of you know, my beautiful kitty Frank has been losing weight, especially recently and simply hasn't been himself. I finally got up enough courage to bring him in earlier this week. At his peak, he was 16 pounds. On Tuesday, he weighed 8.9 pounds. He had a urine test, which came back teaming with infection and lots of blood. He also had blood tests for, among other things, cancer and Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP). Yesterday we found out the sad, yet somehow expected news. Frankie has a plethora of protein in his blood, which, most likely indicates Multiple Myeloma or cancer. The prognosis is extremely poor even with aggressive treatment. So therefore, tomorrow at 5, Franklin and I will be going to the vet one last time. As anyone who has had a furry child knows, this is an extremely tough decision to make. Please keep him in your thoughts. He was a good kitty and he saw me through some really tough times. I will miss his poofy tail and his larger than life purr. Godspeed my little Franko. I will miss you more than you could know.
