Comes the word
And the word is not good: the vet finally got back to us about Ichabod's biopsy, and it is cancerous. He also has noticeable lumps on his neck, and his purring is a raggedly musical thing now. And yet he purrs easily (tho he often chokes), and aside from looking somewhat distracted, he seems much as he always has. We put him back on normal cat food a few days back and he started to gain weight immediately, but the vet says it would take surgery with uncertain outcomes at best, to do anything good for him now....
And so it is, and so it goes: one last appointment with the vet has been set for tomorrow, and after 15 years, Icky the kitty will pass on. He will be missed.
And so it is, and so it goes: one last appointment with the vet has been set for tomorrow, and after 15 years, Icky the kitty will pass on. He will be missed.