One of Life's blows

Not a good day today. Pissed down with rain, couldn't get anyone to have Son after football, what has happened to his popularity all of a sudden?, went to my Mum's and my bloody brother was there and now i've had a phone call from the Vet. The results have come back from the Lab and they dedect white cells, possibly luekemia. Maybe a tumour.

Why oh why does life give with one hand and take away with the other???

Vet seemed surprised Rose had changed for the better and wants me to bring her in on wednesday. He's a good bloke actually because he's not normally there on wednesday mornings but has rearranged things so he can still treat Rose. This has all become very urgent too quickly. Hate vets normally. This is because of Allastair, the vet on the Archers, he is such a miserable spineless bastard. And somehow this irrational and unprovoked hate has spread to real vets. Not fair really. But then its not fair about my cat either.

What in Gods name am i going to tell the kids? They know she's ill. But what good would it do to let them know how much? My poor rabbit George had a terrible tumour and despite the best vet care possible, he still suffered. Don't want Rosie to go through that.

Have told Husband in secret. He loves Rose passionately. And the kids heard me on the phone to the Vet apparently so Husband told them it was a stomach infection. Didn't want to lie but......

Oh Lordy......