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- By Ginger Cat Marcus
I realize that I have no one paw now! I'm trying to lick the post-operative suture, but it's restricted. So I was dressed in a special collar. I struggled with him all the midnight trying to take it off. Then I got used to it, but the mood still deteriorated. I try to lick the wound, but I can not because of the collar, the seam itches and it hurts, there's no one paw! I get angry, sometimes even growl from resentment and fatigue. But then my owner is stroking me, I calm down and begin to purr quietly. A little more time and I will be get off clinic. Finally, I'll go home, to my toys, deck chairs, kogtedralka and bowls with food. They say that I am getting better. But I will never be the same again. This is my life's path and I accept it.
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- By Ginger Cat Marcus
The second day after the operation. I have a good appetite, I eat quickly in a minute what they give me. But the food is given little and once in a hour. This is a special post-operative diet. I'm very stressed by the cage in which I spend time. It is closed and all metal. And I'm a freedom-loving cat, I've never sat in such a small enclosed space. But there's nothing to do. But when they visit me, I lie in my kotoroperenoske-house under a rug in the treatment room, they put me a cure dropper for 6 hours. And all this time I spend with my owner and her friend, well, with my favorite toys and a brush, which they comb out for me. I love this brush!
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- By Ginger Cat Marcus
Myowner and her friend came to see me. I lay under a cure dropper, they give me injections. I do not quite understand what happened yet. I was scared, very scared. I do not remember too much. The operation is done. I was amputated with right hind paw and part of the hip bone. Unfortunately, the tumor inside was huge, it had to be separated even from the spine. The doctor said that the operation was not radical. There is a chance of recurrence of the tumor. But what do we know about this terrible disease and how does it arise? This has not been sufficiently studied so far. I do not give up. I will fight. Only time will tell what will happen next. At the same time I feel myself satisfactory, which is not bad for a cat who has undergone such a complicated and traumatic operation. I am strong. I'm alive. I'm not alone. And so I'm happy.
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- By Ginger Cat Marcus
Operation day. I worry a bit. Again we go by taxi to the clinic. Then an acquaintance with my surgeon Dmitry Valentinovich Garanin. I liked him. I hope this is mutual. Then the ultrasound of the abdominal cavity. It seems that everything is in order, metastasis is not found, the internal organs are in order, I can carry out the operation. My owner and her friend tell me that I am strong and I will survive. And that they will come for me. They put me in a bag, close it with a zipper and take it away. What will happen? ... This day is one of the most important in my life. I've never been sick. This is a real test for me and my body. I can handle.
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