A Two-Way Trip!

We had to take the Smokey kitty to the emergency vet on Saturday night around 10:00.  We were thinking it might be a one-way trip, but turned out we got sent home with kitty still in tow, but he’s now in isolation while we watch his ‘progress.’  Geren spoke with the ‘regular’ vet yesterday, who confirmed that there’s just no way he’s oging to survive any kind of surgery in his condition, and that it’s OK to let him be until he becomes unhappy and clearly needs to be put to sleep.

 In the meantime, he’s getting lots of yummy ice cubes (he loves them!) and lap time.  He curls up, purrs and goes right to sleep. 

Not much longer, tho, i think.  Maybe a few weeks before he becomes more uncomfortable from the pressure of the tumor and then it’ll be time.  In the meantime, he’s perky when we go in his room, and still goes into “one-cat greeting committee” mode.