So Gus is very sick, either liver cancer, or -huh?- cirrhosis.
He's been... totally 100% normal. He's active, eating and drinking normally, jumped up to the desk to steal my lunch yesterday (he managed to snag a bite). Then last night I noticed that his abdomen was distended. Knew that was NOT good news. We got him into the vet this morning, they confirmed fluid, that it was bad, and an US later in the day was the final bit of bad news.
We're waiting on cytology from some of the fluid they aspirated, and blood test results. We'll talk to teh vet then to see what happens next. We may request a biopsy if they can do it, if the cytology is negative.
Obviously, there isn't going to be a good outcome here, it's just how much *good* time we might be able to expect. Right now, he seems happy and healthy, and it was really only a fluke, I think, that we noticed something was wrong.
I'm not looking forward to telling the kids.
I'm very sad. He's such a sweet cat, such fun to have around. He incubates our electronics -ie lies on them to keep them warm, just what your cell phone needs- plays fetch, caught a poor field mousie who'd ventured into the house the other day -his first mouse! At 17!-, and appears to have figured out that if he blocks the exhaust fan on Dh's laptop, the computer gets warmer. :P
Here is my beautiful boy this afternoon after we brought him back from the vet:

He's been... totally 100% normal. He's active, eating and drinking normally, jumped up to the desk to steal my lunch yesterday (he managed to snag a bite). Then last night I noticed that his abdomen was distended. Knew that was NOT good news. We got him into the vet this morning, they confirmed fluid, that it was bad, and an US later in the day was the final bit of bad news.
We're waiting on cytology from some of the fluid they aspirated, and blood test results. We'll talk to teh vet then to see what happens next. We may request a biopsy if they can do it, if the cytology is negative.
Obviously, there isn't going to be a good outcome here, it's just how much *good* time we might be able to expect. Right now, he seems happy and healthy, and it was really only a fluke, I think, that we noticed something was wrong.
I'm not looking forward to telling the kids.
I'm very sad. He's such a sweet cat, such fun to have around. He incubates our electronics -ie lies on them to keep them warm, just what your cell phone needs- plays fetch, caught a poor field mousie who'd ventured into the house the other day -his first mouse! At 17!-, and appears to have figured out that if he blocks the exhaust fan on Dh's laptop, the computer gets warmer. :P
Here is my beautiful boy this afternoon after we brought him back from the vet:

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Date: 30 Jun 2011 16:37 (UTC)