Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright...
This is really rough for me right now. That say when it rains, it pours. I think it must be pouring right about now, then.
Tiger, my cat, has been diagnosed with intestinal cancer. He's been with me since he was about 4 months old. He is to turn 10 in November.
However, at this point, there's now the question about whether he will make it that far. The vet I spoke with tonight gave him about 1-2 months.
If I were to pursue a heavy chemo treatment, there's the chance I could add a few months to that. However, there's no chance of a full remission at this point.
If I choose the lesser chemo treatment (with something that sounded like Prednisone, but I'm not certain), there's no guarantee that would work at all.
I have to worry about his quality of life. I've seen that his steps have started to get shaky. Well, his back legs, that is. His front legs still seem fairly sure in his steps.
I've seen how certain things have started happening, but it may be that because I was told they were going to happen that I'm starting to see them, kind of like a psychosomatic event. I'm not certain.
He's still willing to eat. He's drinking well. He's currently sitting on the chair right next to me. I have to make sure that he's not going through serious pain. He doesn't deserve that.
This really sucks.