It's been two weeks since we took him in and his blood values showed a higher than normal wbc and some anemia. The vet told us then that there was the possibility of cancer and sent us home with some meds to give him and see if that helped.
He fought the meds, especially the stuff for his teeth and he got a shot of Covenia (in place of the clindamycin that Ross just drooled out what little I could get into his mouth), which is a nasty, last resort drug, that doesn't do much for teeth problems, but it was better than nothing.
Then, last week, I noticed his belly getting bigger. I hoped against hope it was just because he was eating, but it didn't get smaller with time of day. And I realized he's having a harder time jumping, not getting on things he was getting on a month ago.
And flashback to Jackie. And Mystie. And Monica. All of them had the same symptoms. All had masses in their abdomens. There was nothing that could be done that would have helped. And I'm pretty sure we're dealing with something similar with Ross. I spoke with the vet's office about bringing him in when he could no longer walk and they said that wouldn't be a problem.
I hope we have more time with him, but from my experience, I know it isn't going to be long.
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