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Crying right now because my sweet kitty Prudence, my friend of 11 years, who sits on my chest every morning and every night and licks my tears when I am sad, has a big mast cell tumor on her leg.  It's in a tough spot, but our hope is that they will be able to remove all of it this week.  She just fell trying to get on the bed, and she's freaked out by her collar, and is a skinny little thing and the tumor seems so large.  I don't know how we didn't notice it earlier, and I'm feeling guilty and freaked out that something like that could escape our attention.

It's all temporary, and I know whatever the outcome, it will be for the best.  I just hope our sweet girl will be okay.