So, our PTSD rescue floofball has been acting weird(er) this past month. Instead of being aloof and skittish, she has been cuddly. The wife felt lumps on stormy's belly, so a vet trip was made today. Poor cat has cancer it seems, test results back tomorrow to officially confirm. We have had her a little over 2 years. She is most likely 10 years older than we were led to believe.
Vet talking about just making her comfortable. The wife, with all of her issues, is taking it hard. I will grieve, in my own time and way. Just not now.