Cora was looking adorably cute the other day, so I thought I would share.
On June 21st, my dear sweet Oliver passed over the Rainbow Bridge. As you know, he had Fibrosarcoma for about 18 months, and had two surgeries to slow its progression. Sadly, these tumors are almost never cured, and his had grown large again…
I brought him home from the shelter in 2005, about six weeks after Zorro died. He was a little over a year old at the time. Full of spunk, and ready to give his older sister Martini a run for her money. He was long and lanky, and much bigger than her, but he never quite had the courage to stand up to her when she laid down the law.
After Martini died, I realized just what a lap cat Oliver had always wanted to be. He proudly took up his spot on my lap during movies and snuggled against my chest at night. He loved sleeping in his puff by my computer. He hated when Coraline bullied him out of his spot, but sometimes she just wanted to cuddle.
Oliver was never much into people food, but loved to chew on things. Paper, the corners of the furniture, the corners of books – there are quite a few items around my house that bear his tiny teeth marks.
He also loved to drink water out of the faucet, and would turn up his nose if the water in his bowl wasn’t fresh enough… He would wait until I stirred in the morning, but once I appeared as if I might be awake, it was a free-for-all to get me out of bed for his breakfast. He got smart in his later years though and wouldn’t leave his perch until it was clear that I was going downstairs, lest he get rudely kicked out of the bedroom so I could snatch another hour…
I hope you are having a good time in heaven, Oliver; you are sorely missed…
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.
This dear boy had a hard night the other night. He wasn’t waiting at the door when I got home and I found him sleeping hard in a closet where he rarely goes.
He only ate a little dinner and then was in some pain, although he did settle down on my bed and slept peacefully all night.
It was a fretful night for me, but the next day he seemed better.
You can see how large his tumor has gotten in the photo. It is the hump he sports on his right shoulder… It is growing quickly, and I can only imagine it is infiltrating his heart and lungs.
Thankfully, he is usually doing well, purring and eating and thumping his little sister when he is tired of her bothering him.
I’ll take all the time I can get with him.
Oliver had a hard weekend. His tumor has grown more, and his breathing seems a little impacted, so I bundled him over to the vet on Saturday morning to check on his tumor’s progression. The vet heard his breath changes too, and we put him on a steroid to help relieve the inflammation. The first dose was Saturday evening.
Sunday morning Oliver wasn’t feeling well, and I found him hiding under the bed. His tumor was more swollen, and felt warm to the touch, and he wasn’t very interested in his breakfast. I canceled my plans for the day, and we snuggled in to watch a movie in the morning, while he settled down some. I ended up getting the deck ready to be cleaned and then scrubbing about half of it. That is a lot of work!
He was perkier in the evening and ready for dinner before snuggling in for the night. Overnight he did more roaming too, restless before coming back to bed to snuggle more. I didn’t give him the steroid again, just in case his discomfort was a result of the medication. This morning he was ready for breakfast, but then went to curl up somewhere out of the way afterwards.
I talked to the vet today and he says it is more likely that he is fighting an infection in the tumor tissue than swelling caused by the prednisone. So, back on the med, and watch and wait for a couple days to see if the swelling goes down. We’ll see how he does.