Moving On

It's been a while since I updated here - this blog was, after all, created mainly to be a backup of my Ollie posts at catchat.org as it was feared that they may be lost when the forum closed - but they're all still there so that's good.

After a little while it became apparent that the steroids were helping Ollie for a little while, but as they wore off he was returning to the circling, calling and litter tray confusion.

Eventually, last Tuesday, the vets finally came out with it. They think he's probably got a brain tumour. It hasn't been confirmed by any of the things you'd use to confirm it in a human, but the nature of his symptoms and his response to the steroids make that diagnosis far more likely than any other.

We will not be attempting chemotherapy, radiotherapy or surgery. He's a tired old man, terrified of the vets and the cat basket and the car, and none of those things are ever terribly effective in cats. I will keep him on the steroids until they stop working, at which point his life will end.

At the moment, he's actually pretty chipper. He had another steroid jab on Tuesday, he seems more confident staying in the kitchen at night with bed and litter tray and food and water all close by, and he's got much more affectionate in the day.

It may be months or weeks or even just days he has left, but I'm determined that he will be warm and happy and loved for ever minute of them.