When Joker was in intensive car, the vet ordered a barium x-ray. The radiologist interpreting the x-ray found “something” that is probably either lymphoma or inflammatory bowel disease. Either/or the drug treatment is much the same. In order to discover the exact disorder, Joker would have to have surgery, a biopsy, etc…not an ordeal an older, sick cat can withstand. And what would be the point? The drug protocol is much the same.
Here is a happy photo of Joker, where the little guy likes to sit and watch the neighborhood. His Mom tells me he was moving slower and talking softer yesterday, and he was hiding under the bed, which he normally does not do. His parents are managing his health on a day-to-day basis now, adjusting and improvising. They are calm and collected (I am not) with a vet in the family for consultation. My confidence lies in their vigilance. I try to put on a happy face when I see my Joker, because he reads emotions, besides understanding English perfectly.
In previous times, his prior Mom died of cancer, and he spent some time in a shelter while they looked for his perfect forever home. Thankfully, he ended up in the best possible place now with the best possible care.
Muah. Big kiss on your big broad head, my little buddy. Be strong. Take care. Eat up Mom’s home cooked meals – even the peas. I know. I know. Peas. But you need the roughage.