So we’d noticed that the ginger fairly aged feline had been looking a little listless of late, was eating less and losing some weight, so this morning we took him to the vet. He’d been coughing a bit too, so we thought it might be some kind of cat cold or flu or something…
The vet checked him out, went a bit ashen faced and said he could feel a huge tumor in his stomach. Now way of telling what kind of tumour it was, though the speed it had grown suggests something not good at all, and the prognosis wasn’t very positive at all.
There are a range of possibilities – at one end, it’s a spleen tumour, which can just be removed, and he should be fine. at the other end it’s a tumour on his bowel and that’s not good at all. Really very very not good.
So we wait. He’ll be opening him up later on to find out what the score is, and will call us, but we’ve basically had to say provisional goodbyes, cos there’s no knowing which way it could go. If you’re the praying type, a few words with the big man would be much appreciated.