Friday, October 12, 2012
The Photos of the End
The Dude now looks like a pregnant girl with a four or five kitten litter ready to pop. I must say, he actually acts that way too. But... I was explained that the BIG WHITE BALL (a month ago... this was about the size of my fist) is a tumor. Nothing more or less. The little blip open space at the high spot near his spine is his stomach, the couple of blops at the bottom are his bowel.
He has been eating soft food and I am setting my own time table: When he doesn't have a bowel movement for three days or he begins vomiting a lot, I will know it has taken up all of his digesting space and we will have to make arrangements.....
..... but..... this time there is NO good outlook. Anyone who has a vet in town that actually thinks they want to whittle him away would be welcome, but I cannot pay. I am reactivating my go fund me account, to see if I can give the extra to my own absolutely wonderful vet who has worked with me so long and been so generous. I am WAY behind, and fighting to pay the other bills. JUST something to feel like I am useful.
MEANWHILE, he is absolutely normal.
I was thinking of renaming the blog "Dead Cat Walking" but although morbidly humorous, I can't sustain the giggle that I had when he merrily waddled away and took a swipe at my foot on the way.
This post may not last long. I just needed to vent... I mostly just watch him sleep and see him inhaling and exhaling and it makes me happy.....
Thanks to you all. I really can't tell you how much I appreciated EVERY single one of you.