Some objectivity

In making Sassy's scrapbook, I recently came upon a digital photo of her days before she died. I am not even sure why we took a photo of her, as we had come to pretty much give her "her space" in those last days. With so many happy memories recently, I was horrified to see this photo of her:

This is what my girl looked like after having cancer ravage her body for 3-4 short months. This is what she looked like after successful remission and relapse from cancer. It may not seem that obvious to someone who hasn't met her (or who knows, maybe it is even more obvious: I admit that being embedded in a situation so fiercely makes you lose your objectivity), but now that I look at this picture a few months later, I can see how ill she is. She weighed 8 pounds when she died. 12-16 weeks previous, she had weighed 16 pounds and was classified by one former vet as a "hefty little burger" in need of weight management.

I share this photo so that others can see the toll that feline lymphoma takes. I still would choose the chemotherapy treatment if I was faced with the situation again - I think there is great promise in oncology care for cats. I guess this photo reminds me of the heartbreak of losing such a model being for love to such a heartless illness like lymphoma, at such a young age.

Can a cure be found for feline lymphoma? I certainly hope so.