Oliver is still with us and I am enjoying every minute with him, however, it feels like the end our time together is drawing near. My heart hurts saying this.
After another visit to his oncologist, it was determined that he was no longer getting a benefit from the chemotherapy drug, thus we discontinued it. He's now in hospice care and we are trying to make him as comfortable as possible.
He's not eating much, but more than he was his last weeks of chemo. The tumors are quite big, making it difficult for him to walk and stay balanced. It's really hard to see him have to work so hard at just walking. He's still super affectionate and wants to be wherever I am.
I've been trying to imagine life without being able to cuddle him, without his soothing purr, without his physical presence. So hard to imagine. My heart is breaking. How will I ever say that final goodbye?
Cancer sucks. Grief sucks.
