Simon
We’ve noticed that Simon has been dropping weight lately and that he has been throwing up even more than our three cats usually do. (Which is a lot. It’s disgusting.) I had chalked it up to old age and changes we’ve made to corn-free cat foods. Really, I think I just didn’t want to see that something is wrong with Simon. He’ll be 13 in November. How time flies.
Yesterday, I finally clued into just how skeletal Simon has become. He now weighs 8.5 pounds, down from a high of 14 pounds three years ago. I feel like a horrible pet owner for not seeing how much weight he was losing. It was just so gradual.
I had to force Simon kicking and growling into a kitty carrier yesterday to get him to the vet. He does not like the vet. It took three people in Kevlar gloves to hold him down while the vet took blood and did an exam. Simon screamed the whole time. It was simply awful.
The blood work came back today. Simon likely has an enflamed liver, an enflamed colon, and/or some type of cancer, such as lymphoma. We now have to do an ultrasound with sedation on Tuesday to find out which one(s). That will mean another fun visit to the vet for both of us.
I’m actually hoping for an enflammed organ, since those are fairly treatable with oral steroids. Many cat cancers cannot be treated very well. So, a cat owner has to judge when a cat is in too much pain to enjoy life and have them put to sleep.
Francisca is encouraging me to be optomistic. And, I really want to be. But, I have a feeling of dread that I cannot shake. Somehow, I know this will not end well.
