Oliver wants to know why I woke him up…
I was going through photos last night and came across this one that I took last summer. Oscar, a couple of months before he died. He loved to sleep in this puff, and in the last months of his life he would sleep next to me while I worked on the computer. Don’t touch those toe beans though!
I miss this guy. He wasn’t ever a cuddler, but he certainly showed his affection in his own way.
Oliver’s health seems to still be holding it’s own, even though his tumor is growing. It is currently about the size of a lime, nestled in between and under his right shoulder blade. It is just this hard lump, visible under the skin – you can absolutely feel it. So far, it doesn’t seem to be painful to him, so that is a positive.
His appetite is good, and he still enjoys snuggling with me every chance he gets. He likes to be warm under the covers.
I continue to just try to be grateful for the time I have with him, not knowing how much longer that will be. No matter what, it will never be enough.
My cat has the craziest, weirdest, glow in the dark eyes sometimes…
After a warm and dry Saturday, the day is downright rotten today. High winds that make me worry about the tall trees in my yard, debris flying around and rain; it’s cold! Coraline has the right idea – snoozing the day away.