My neighbor aunt Donna was diagnosed with a malignant tumor (the initial stage). The whole world turned for the poor woman: her family, children depend on here and now this ... They had a cat, a British shorthair, Ellie who loved Aunt Donna very much. She followed her everywhere – where the woman goes, there Ellie follows.
She often treated her. She would lie on the sore spot, lie down there for a while, and then when she leaves, it immediately feels better. The cat was young and healthy and suddenly fell ill. She was lying still, not eating anything, looking with sad and lost eyes.
She was brought to a veterinarian, who diagnosed "She has a tumor, making an operation is already useless." And Ellie accepted her fate, her eyes faded, she knew it was the end. People’s favorite died at home on its master’s hands.
A week later, aunt Donna went to the hospital for re-examination. The doctors were surprised greatly and my neighbor was indescribably happy - the tumor was gone. Doctors announced that she was healthy, but still had to come to examination once again.
Years later, aunt Donna fondly recalls her cat Ellie, because she knows that it was her favorite pet who took her disease.