Well, that tumor grew and grew. The vet suggested a shirt to, um, support the tumor. Yet, still didn't seem to be much of a problem. We were also dealing with the stroke, or whatever that was. It was all so complicated and we just didn't want to do the wrong thing. I asked my brother's mother-in-law, who is a vet, what she would recommend. She suggested a second opinion. We planned to take her in for a second opinion later this week.
Then her tumor ruptured on Sunday. I will spare you the details, but it was so far beyond disgusting. The doctor thinks that the blood supply for the tumor wasn't enough and that it had started to die. Barf x a billion. So she spiked a very high fever. Surgery was required, there were no other options.
She had to stay over night at the vet as they worked to get her fever down. I kept tossing and turning all night, worrying about Bee scared and alone and sick, afraid that she would die there alone. However, my worries were (as usual) just a waste of time and energy. The vet came in early for surgery and we had her by 9 this morning.
I am greatly relieved and so happy that Bee is well and comfortable in her bed. She is already begging for food again.