I posted recently about how one has to cherish every moment because you really never know when things will change, quickly and seriously.
Less than 2 weeks ago, Chris went into respiratory distress after retching, ended up with a chest tap and a diagnosis of a chylothorax of unknown cause. Now, after his echo yesterday we have the cause - they saw two tumors, no heart failure but a slightly enlarged heart. I am not going to put him through exploratory surgery to get samples of the tumors, they are almost without doubt cancerous and the reason for the chylothorax (he's been tapped a second time already).
We are going to work towards a goal of only needing to tap his chest every 6-8 weeks, and every day will be spent snuggling with him (outside of caring for my other terminally ill kitty, his grandfather Patrick, and my work/house/husband...). He has a real response to any exertion, so no laser toys, no wands, no ball toys...all I'll let him do is have his catnip toys to in his bed, and I'll let him scratch the carpet a bit, and sit on my lap like the big kitten he is (he's 13 y.o. but don't tell him that).
We hope for some number of months with him, I don't think I could handle thinking of it in terms of days or weeks. I can not think of him being gone, so for now, I don't. I'm just enjoying that he is here, and deeply loves me, as I do him.
Less than 2 weeks ago, Chris went into respiratory distress after retching, ended up with a chest tap and a diagnosis of a chylothorax of unknown cause. Now, after his echo yesterday we have the cause - they saw two tumors, no heart failure but a slightly enlarged heart. I am not going to put him through exploratory surgery to get samples of the tumors, they are almost without doubt cancerous and the reason for the chylothorax (he's been tapped a second time already).
We are going to work towards a goal of only needing to tap his chest every 6-8 weeks, and every day will be spent snuggling with him (outside of caring for my other terminally ill kitty, his grandfather Patrick, and my work/house/husband...). He has a real response to any exertion, so no laser toys, no wands, no ball toys...all I'll let him do is have his catnip toys to in his bed, and I'll let him scratch the carpet a bit, and sit on my lap like the big kitten he is (he's 13 y.o. but don't tell him that).
We hope for some number of months with him, I don't think I could handle thinking of it in terms of days or weeks. I can not think of him being gone, so for now, I don't. I'm just enjoying that he is here, and deeply loves me, as I do him.
