On April 4th, we received the news that I am going to loose my little girl. Pushkin has an aggressive terminal cancer.
While we we still reeling from Qubit's sudden passing in late January, I was still financially underwater from vet bills when we learned that with no treatment, Pushkin would go in a very painful way in a matter of weeks, so I began working 14-18 hour days and just pilling hospital bills on credit cards.
I would do anything for her. I would trade anything for her. She trusts me more than most people have the capacity for. She is the sort of being that people ask to visit when they are in need an orange hug. The term "Soul Mate" is far too overused, but Pushkin is mine.
There is no cure, but the pain medications, radiation and chemotherapy treatments have gotten us a little more time together. And while the expense is comparable to buying a car, I will go to the end of my certain this was the only thing to do.
The least horrific thing about cancer is that it is merely financially ruinous. And while there is no light at the end of this tunnel, the only solace I can find is that she and I live in a time and place where any treatment is available for her comfort.
If a hug from me has ever helped you in anyway, just understand that a big part of that love came from her. For the last 11.5 years, we've shared at least 20 minutes of hug time everyday.
I do not ask help from people often, but this is the time. Anything you can contribute will be treasured, and if you can help us share this that love, like hers, will never be forgotten.
We love you all,
-Hunter and Pushkin