Her weakening has made it easier for me to feed her by myself. Over the weekend it had become a two-person job. People with small pets know the routine of putting the animal into a burrito while another squirts down the nourishment with a syringe. Molly spits up a lot less too.
The odd part is how she isn’t cold. Wicca’s final days required us to put a heating pad under her sleeping location. Molly prefers to be on a cool surface. Maybe the cancer gives feverish symptoms and Molly finds it more relaxing on cardboard or the kitchen floor. Hiding is not often the routine.
I’m surprised my wife hasn’t dumped me for not being very manly in this situation. I frequently cry while holding Molly in the burrito “stance” because the cat seems so sweet and trusting. Never mind her meow being rather terse and angry, that’s Molly to the end.
Would it be selfish to hope Molly passes in her sleep soon instead of having the vet euthanize my cat?