Oliver is still here. His tumor keeps growing; I have taken to calling him Quasimodo, because he looks like a hunchback. It is hard to tell in the photo, but it is large and firm. It is more uncomfortable for him now when I give him his fluids, since I imagine the fluids don’t feel good when they stretch out his already stretched skin.
Despite all this, he is purring, eating and still jumping up on the bed, so I guess it isn’t time yet.
Wine and History Visited 
My Doobie has one in same place before she passed a couple years ago. Didn’t seem like she was in pain either. Every day is a blessing.
It is a common type of tumor. The research is that it is caused by the way we give too high of a dose of rabies vaccine. It makes me sad to be losing him.
Good to see you here. You haven’t been posting lately.
Poor Oliver. I’m thinking of you, too. It’s so painful for humans when their pet families begin to fail.
Yes, it is. I have know that the decline is coming for a while now, because his cancer is essentially untreatable, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
Nothing would make it easier. I grieve with you.