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.