Why do I feel such guilt over my three-legged cat?

You know the strangest thing about living with a three-legged cat?

The guilt you feel for doing it.

A few weeks ago I wrote about my baby Loki having cancer. He’s a 7-year-old black cat who came to me as a little kitten. The cancer was in his back left leg and it was amputated up to the hip.

I’m pretty sure they got it all because his chest x-ray was good and his heart and lungs sounded good, too.

He’s hopping around the house and eating and drinking and using the bathroom and I’m still…a nervous wreck.

I know I need to enjoy every day with him and I do. It’s just I feel like I’m constantly looking for new lumps on him and when he hobbles up on the bed on his three legs, part of me feels guilty.

My acupuncturist told me I actually removed cancer from his body. I shouldn’t feel guilty. My sister told me via text some encouragin words that I probably shouldn’t put in print here, but.

But.

See Loki has always been my trouble maker. He gets into literally everything and would jump just about everywhere. I don’t know, there’s just something when I watch him hop along that makes me think, oh, man. He can’t jump like he used to. He can’t get up on the bathroom sink and drink from the…