Price not doing well

Uh oh.  Price's hind legs are more wonky than ever, even though he's getting meds and massage. 

Just found a hard lump in his belly.  Hopefully it's scar tissue from the operation.  

Taking him to the vet today.  Hopes and prayers welcome.

Worse Ways To Go

Price on the 13th of March, 2011.  Looking pretty thin.

Price ate and ate this week, but couldn't seem to gain weight.  He's healing from an operation that opened up his whole belly.

Today, he stopped wanting to eat.  But he has his own couch in the guest/comics room, with layers of afghans and a black woolen shawl, a heating pad, a selection of food, antibiotics and Dramamine.  

We should all have it so good when we're approaching the end.  

I'm not saying he is -- we're not giving up -- but we're done dragging him around on the highways on cold rainy days to get to doctors.  He's home.

If the Ring of Fire is unzipping anyway, it's as good a time for us as any.  We wouldn't even have time to run out the back door and up the hill.

Price Comes Home

Price in the bathtub, drinking soapy water from the bidet bowl.  Maybe he needs the soap to knock back the tumors.

Price purring on his cat bed.  He came home today.  The vet could only get him to eat tuna -- until he saw his own canned catfood.

Now he's lying in front of the woodstove, sucking up the heat.  He's still passing blood, but that's to be expected -- he had a lot of blood vessels cut.  The gut that was removed should have been the size of a man's little finger, but was two inches across, it was so crammed with the feces he couldn't pass.  The vet said he'd never operated on any animal so ill.

We hope we get to have the old guy a bit longer!