I've just hopped off an emotional roller coaster. The ground is still a bit wobbly under my feet, but it's getting better. ( Long winded and miserable in places. )

Last week my beautiful Riff Raff was diagnosed with cancer.

He lost a little weight a few weeks back, but seemed well in himself. Then, last Tuesday he didn't want his dinner. He was breathing a little hard, but it was so hot here that I hoped it was just a case of not handling the weather in his old age.

Wednesday morning he had a swollen back leg and didn't want to get out of bed.

A trip to the vet gave us all a huge shock. Riffy is so riddled with cancer that treatment would be pointless. We don't know where it started and we won't find out. Biopsies would be painful and I'm sure he doesn't care where it all began.

So, while he's being spoiled rotten and eating things that he's not usually allowed, I've been reflecting on our time together. ( The Life and Times of Riff Raff. )