3 legged cat

About a month ago I noticed a lump on my little kitty's back leg. I decided to watch it....and I watched it grow, and grow, and grow. Two weeks ago I took him to the vet and was told that it was a cancerous tumor. My options were to amputate his leg, or put him down.

The past two weeks have been some of the hardest of my life. I know to those who don't have pets this may seem ridiculous...but when your pets are your babies, it's impossible to not be so emotionally invested in them.

Jon found Ernie in the middle of the street almost exactly 7 years ago. He was so tiny that he fit in the cup holder in my car. I had to bottle feed him. We've had a special bond ever since.

On Monday night I decided that he was starting to suffer. We scheduled to have our vet come to the house to put him down on Wednesday. Tuesday was the worst day ever. When it came down to it I was not able or willing to put him down.

So now I am the overly protective proud parent of a 3-legged cat.

I will not be posting picture until his fur grows back because he's just a little embarrassed. I love him and I just had to save him.