I took Suzie for her second injection at the vets this week. After her operation, which went well, she was bandaged for ten days, as you can see in the photo. It makes it look like she’s wearing a t-shirt :-D.
We adopted Suzie from the street. A friend of ours in Morocco lived in a block of flats nearby, and had looked after a litter of kittens born in the street. Suzie was one of those kittens. She stayed with us for our time in Morocco, and came to France with me in a cat carrier (along with Chico). Chico went in the hold in the plane; Suzie travelled in the space where my legs should have been in front of my seat. That was probably the most unconfortable three hour flight I’ve ever taken.
Suzie is at high risk, statistically speaking, of a recurrence of cancer. The vet proposed that we try radiotherapy but that would mean taking three days a week off work, which isn’t possible. So the alternative treatment is chemotherapy. She’s having a weekly injection and this will reduce to twice a month, then monthly, as time progresses.
Funny how we love our animals so much, but as companions they make a big difference. They’re there when you’re lonely, and when you’re down. They reciprocate the affection we give them, and they don’t bear grudges. I’m definitely a cat person.