Yes, I lost a beautiful and very intelligent furfriend. Last night before her death, I saw in her eyes kind of tears. My mother told me that maybe we did something wrong, I really can't find something we got wrong...It was just this way. I know one thing - she hated to see me crying. Today I felt that despite of the fact I will never forget her and will probably cry even years after her death, I must move on and keep the best memories in my soul.
Now I have to decide what to do with my lumps. I have to get appointment at better specialist, but I'm afraid of the worst perspective of surgery.