Cat has cancer

I have been so busy with my mother's illness and funeral that I didn't notice that my Ali cat has lost lots of weight and is not eating. I don't think there is much that I can do. She is skeletal and has stopped rushing to the front door to let us know that her brothers want to be let in. I just assume that my poor kitty has feline leukemia or cancer. Doing all I can to love her and keep her comfortable. She had a close call last December with food and flea allergies and lived almost a year since. My husband enjoyed his birthday cookout and gifts--his hockey shirt with a player who has the same number as his age, a grill for camping and a framed photo of the college stadium, along with two funny cards. And today he got an e-card and the bowling team bought him a beer. Busy, busy at work. The time flew by. I am so glad to have my "weekend." Tomorrow and Wednesday off. Been trying to figure out how to save my outside plants through the winter. I don't know if I can pile leaves on the azaleas and mum plants so that they survive the cold, cold winter. I might drive to a nursery tomorrow to get suggestions. Yesterday my manager gave me a mum plant. My brother was helping my dad cut down a dead tree yesterday, so I offered it to him. It is hearty, should come back next year. My brother was quiet, just sent happy birthday wishes to my husband. He misses my mother too. On Sunday, my son and I drove to the the hospital chapel to attend Mass, but there was no Mass. So I had to drive to the church where we held my mother's funeral. I held it together until the last song, which we sang at her funeral, and then I became emotional. I am grateful that most Sundays I attend Mass at the hospital chapel. Not so many memories. I asked Dad about his meeting with the cemetery curator. The curator pointed out the head of the grave, which faces west. The monument will be place with the writing facing the foot. So relieved to know all is well.