We adopted Charlie 16 years ago after finding him at a garage sale for free. He was stuffed in a cat carrier with his litter box, food and toys in a heap next to him.
He was a very tubby kitty when we brought him home. He was a big boy - 21 lbs. He loved his food.
Charlie is the most social cat I have ever met. He never has been one to hide when people come over. He is right there in the middle of the mix, hanging out and meowing at everyone to pet him. Someone told us a while back that Charlie was a dog masquerading as a cat. Purrfect description
Charlie has cancer - gastrointestinal leiomyosarcoma. A cancerous tumor growing on his intestine. When the vet diagnosed him months ago he said that Charlie didn't have long to live, maybe 3-4 weeks. That was 8 months ago. We have watched him slowly deteriorate, and it has been heart breaking. My once thick & sturdy cat is now emaciated and weak. Through it all he has maintained his normal sweet attitude & continued to be social.
Two weeks ago I thought it was time - he became incontinent, listless, and tipping over when he was walking. I talked to the kids and prepared them and planned on taking Charlie to the vet the next day if he got any worse.
The next morning Charlie was sitting at his food bowl howling at me to feed him. He looked better. Since then he has been gaining weight. But the mass in his tummy has been growing harder and larger. He is still a bit tippy when he walks, and he does occasionally leave a puddle or two behind but he is doing much better. Given this sudden change I can't help but wonder - is this the improvement before the decline? Every day I wonder...is this the day? How do you determine what "quality of life" is? He wants to eat (constantly) and drinks. He still wants to sit on your lap and be snuggled and he still hangs out with the dogs.
Ranger knows there is something wrong ...