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He made it to 15, which is pretty good for a sensitive lad. Really good considering his mama cat rejected him at birth. He was an amazingly calm, quiet, sweet little man and our family is gonna miss him forever.

Though he was crashing, he went easy (much easier than Dangerclaw) and was pretty ready to go by the end of it. I hope he's with Dangerclaw now, wherever cats go when they leave us. Rest in peace, Jelly Belly.

A lot of you have loved him too over the years. Thanks for sending us your well wishes.

We're looking at chemotherapy for as long as we can get away with it, then palliative care. It's gonna be gritty and it's gonna get expensive, but everyone is on the same page of "keep him as comfortable as we can for as long as we can."

My grandmother is also undergoing chemo, but with a significantly less grim outlook (no timer on her, if she cops it we'll all be shocked.) But it should be noted that my family is quite small, so getting hit with the Big C twice in the span of a month or two is rough.

So if I vanish from here, or get really weird and moody, this is why. Losing Dangerclaw suddenly back in 2021 fucked me up real bad, so we're doing what we can to ease into this new situation while we still have our heads on straight. The clock is ticking.

If anyone has candid experience with lymphoma in cats to share, I'd be interested to know.

Otherwise, idk. I don't share a lot on here anymore, so can't commit to any conversations, but I know enough of you are cat people and a lot of you have loved him over the years, and might want to know.

Here's our boy, looking bitchy in a sun beam, radiating gay energy.