My cat has cancer and I’m not handling it well…

My baby Loki has cancer.

You have no idea how difficult it was for me to type those five words.

Loki is my 7-year-old black cat who came to me when he was a kitten and he was so scared he hid in the basement for the longest time. I worked to get him to trust me and eventually he did.

Well, a few weeks ago I noticed he was limping. I figured he must have done something stupid because of the way he runs around the house like a doofus. However, when I took a look at the leg he wasn’t putting much of his weight on, I found a golf ball sized lump on his knee.

That’s when the worry truly took root in my heart.

I got him to the vet and they x-rayed his leg and aspirated the lump and it was cancer.

I can’t tell you how much I have cried in the last few weeks. I’ve been sick to my stomach and haven’t been sleeping much and it’s been so rough.

The vet said amputation would be what she recommended, but he was apparently a holy terror in the x-ray room and because of that, they were unable to get an x-ray of his chest to see if the cancer had spread anywhere else.

The vet scheduled him to come back two days later for the amputation, when they said they would do the chest x-ray. If the x-ray showed…