Yesterday we were informed that Leela, our 5.5-year-old piggie, has terminal cancer. She was misdiagnosed with enlarged kidneys in Jan of 2021... we were told there wasn't any surgical treatment, that we should take her home and make the most of it. We did that for about 1.5 years, until this weekend after she started having urinary symptoms we saw a vet and she was formally diagnosed with actually an ovarian tumor that is quite large and beginning to affect her other organs. We opted to take her home on palliative measures. She's on a powerful painkiller, we are monitoring her closely to see if she is eating and drinking and behaving happily... if any of this changes we will have her put to sleep, as we absolutely do not want her to suffer. But right now we are just trying to enjoy as much time as we can with her. The painkillers are obviously helping, as she is deceptively 'normal.' Watching her climbing up the bars mooching for treats, it is so hard to believe that she's dying. I'm not sleeping at night because I keep feeling like I need to check on her (my kids are not little anymore but I still don't want them to be the one who finds her if she passes overnight.) I keep going to bed around midnight, waking up around 3 a.m., and then checking Leela and sleeping on the couch the rest of the night. Every time I come downstairs to see her I have this heavy dread in my heart that she's gone. I am enjoying the time with her (and she is enjoying all the quality pats and treats) but the anticipation of knowing that her dying is hanging over my head is giving me and some of the kids severe anxiety. The prognosis is pretty open... the vet has said that there is really no way to know. She could take a sudden turn and pass away tonight. She could hang in there a few weeks on painkillers. She could pass on her own. She could get really painful and need to be PTS. The combination of certainty/uncertainty of outcome is really hard (we know she's dying, but we don't know exactly when or exactly how.) I don't want to rob her of enjoyable days, but I am doubting my own ability to cope with this if she does hold her own for another week or more. I'm just really sad, but even more than that I'm anxious and not handling it well. I just needed to vent, most of the people I know in real life are sympathetic because they know my as 'that crazy piggie lady' but it's hard to discuss your guinea pig's terminal cancer diagnosis with people who just don't 'get' that experience even if they are sympathetic because they just don't get why you're so upset about a guinea pig.