Update on Jack the cat

My sweet boy Jack, who has been through EVERYTHING with me, was diagnosed with lymphoma several months ago.

I chose not to take aggressive action, and to let it run its course, trusting that he and I would know when it was "time."

He's been  making himself bleed a lot, obsessively grooming his lesions, and he's having more and more bad days lately.

So I asked Dave to call the vet and inquire about a prednisone injection to try to ease Jack's discomfort, and maybe buy us a little more quality of life for a couple of weeks.

The doc was in favor of giving it a try, as well as in favor of letting ME administer the injection at home, to spare Jack the trauma of a vet visit.

I gave him the shot a few days ago, and it really didn't seem to make a difference, except to give him his voice back.  He'd lost his voice over the past month or so.  My suspicion is that the cancer has moved inside.  Something the first doctor, who turned out to be a horrible hack, said would not happen.

His current doctor says it can go anywhere once it's established.

So, I am keeping an eye on him.

He recently had a stretch of very good days, and even did his old thing of hopping up on his back legs to try to get me to play.  I took a phone recording of him playing with strings on a pair of shorts just a week ago.

He is losing weight, but he is still eating and drinking.  A little, anyway.  I'm not sure he ate yesterday.

But.

He will tell me.

Sadly, it won't be long now.