Last week I received the worst phone call of my entire adult life. I am 36, and I have never felt so weak in the face of the utmost authority of God itself, because who am I to decide whether it is already time to let go, and when?

The interpretation from the laboratory after aspiration of the lump he had under his neck said that they suspect sarcoma because of atypical cells suspected to be of mesenchymal origin.

There was also inflammation present, and an eosinophilic component to the inflammation, which can be seen with allergic reactions, foreign body reactions, and parasite infections.

Since he was still running around and eating well, I do not think I truly got my head around the reality behind this diagnosis until he started to have one irritated eye, lose even more weight, and just... REST. So much resting 😭

I have piggies who just do that, but he is an explorer, adventurous, and seeks contact and interaction.

So immediately we went back to the vet, only to find that his right neck lymph node, the lymph nodes in the abdominal cavity, and his spleen are enlarged.

I could palpate the enlarged spleen.

Even though she said that he has not lost weight on her scale because it is still showing 1.1 kg, on my more precise scale he has lost a total of 50-80 g.

Her prognosis is some more weeks. She still sees him as responsive...

And here I come to you, hoping to hear your stories in depth. When did you know?

He came for food this morning.  
However, after quite a long time.

He eats hay on his own.  
However, sometimes only after I gently encourage him, otherwise more than 1.5-2 hours would pass without him grazing or moving.

Just 2-3 days ago he was in much higher spirits.

When did you let go? 🥺 please share your experience