Poor Mr. Meow…He got to come home Saturday but they had to put a feeding tube in him first.
They also loaded him up on all kinds of drugs. If it’s the triWHATCMACALLITitis (I still can’t get the name of it, but it’s basically an inflammation/infection of his liver, pancreas and gallbladder) the antibiotics should treat that.
If that doesn’t work, then it’s likely cancer and it’s only a matter of time. How much time they can’t say. Depends on how fast the cancer progresses.
It was awesome to get him home. The feeding tube has been quite the adventure, but today I got a better hang of it. I still ended up squirting a bunch on him, but a lot less than my first few tries.
He seems to be very happy to be home. He slept with me the whole night through Saturday. He always falls asleep with me, but usually moves to one of his other comfy spots during the night.
Last night he slept on my head like he used to do the first several years we had him. And during the times I’m on the couch… he’s been right there with me, his back leg thrown over my arm in that way he does to “hug” me.
I’m very grateful for this time with him. I hope it’s going to be a healing time, but if it turns out it’s the beginning of the end then I’m thankful we’ve had these last moments to say goodbye and show each other in the ways we’ve developed over the years that we love each other.