Velcro was a special cat. She started out as the “runt” of the litter, but quickly made up for it. Unlike Arlo, who would belt out the blues when the food bowl was empty, Velcro would “beep”. We used to take Arlo and Velcro on car vacations. The first time, we were totally shocked when this big Aretha Franklin voice rang out from the back seat. That was Velcro, telling us that she wanted to be up front, looking out the window. At night, she would chase the “ghost lights”, the odd reflections on the windows, from other car lights, and chase them. She had lots of personality. Arlo and Velcro were best of buds.
After 5 years, we noticed what looked like a bite on Velcro’s shoulder. Her coat was so thick that we didn’t notice that this lesion was actually a huge tumor. The tumor was centered on her shoulder, right where the vaccines were injected. Wikipedia Article on Vaccine-associated Sarcoma Our cats are indoors only, so we are very careful about which vaccines they receive. Talk to your breeder and your vet, then get a second opinion.
The vets referred us to a specialist, that recommended chemo. Her shoulders were shaved, to expose the tumor. We got a “hoodie” sweater, for a small dog, to keep her warm. She was too big for cat clothing. It was actually kind of cute, but I couldn’t bring myself to take a picture of it. After two weeks of chemo, Velcro stopped eating and drinking. She was a lover until the end. She liked to put her paw out, and hold your finger. This is how she passed. That memory is too bitter sweet, so we would rather remember Velcro like this: