As each day goes by, Oliver is eating less and less. When he hears some of his favorite foods being handled, like when I'm grating cheese, he still comes over, asking for some. But when I give him some strands of yummy cheese, he doesn't eat it, which breaks my heart.
I'm trying to be creative to find things that might still be appetizing to him, but more often than not he turns away.
Our amazing vet has done a ton of research on his condition, exocrine pancreatic carcinoma, and sheet shared that research with us. Sadly, the research is pretty bleak, especially when the cancer has metastasized. Not much in the way of treatment and life expectancy after diagnosis seems to be more measured in days rather than months.
I've been spending my days soaking up as much Oliver love as I can. I'm not ready to lose him, but life and death doesn't seem to influenced by my readiness.
Nahum has been living up to his name lately and providing a lot of well needed comfort. I'm grateful.
Purring for Oliver.
ReplyDeleteThis is too sad; am so very sorry.
One of the downsides of multi-cat ownership. While so many happy hours/days/years slide by - long stretches where everyone is healthy and happy, inevitably comes that day you notice something is wrong with one of them, and the gloom sets in - we know the inevitable heartbreak is coming again. All we can do is love them, hold them as best we can - and know they had their best life possible with you. I am going through something similar right know - older kitty, a bad diagnosis. And so we wait. Prayers to you and dear Oliver.
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