The cat has been losing weight at an alarmingly rapid rate the last two weeks, and things went from bad to worse this week, with vomiting and other not so nice things. He's been off his food, so I figured maybe it was his teeth, or worms. So off we go to the vet this morning.
He endured a pretty thorough examination, and we discovered that he'd lost 50% of his body weight - poor thing only weighs 3.5 kg, which is far too low for a big british shorthair. Actually, it's too low for any adult cat. He's also anaemic. And Dehydrated. But even after all that news, I was absolutely not prepared for the diagnosis. He has a large abdominal tumour, which is now impacting the start of his bowel. Hence the vomiting etc.
The only option is surgery to assess the magnitude of the problem, but given the rapidity of the weight loss, general lethargy, and dehydration, and anaemia, the prognosis is not good. I got to take him home for a few days, but he's back in on Wednesday for surgery and if the tumour (as they expect) has damaged his bowel, they won't wake him up again.
Rang the insurance company, and he is covered for the surgery, but I kept crying on the phone. Poor woman, must have been a nightmare call for her, although she said not to worry, it happens all the time.
Can't believe this. He's only 4, and such an affectionate, gorgeous creature. Life really sucks sometimes.
Combine this with becoming a cliched victim of the credit crunch this month, I have to wonder what the third thing will be.
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