I posted a while back that I took in a homeless cat. He had been a long term friend, who for a number of years had used my back yard as an afternoon snooze zone. But something bad happened to him, and one day he turned up nearly dead.
He was emaciated and had two nasty wounds on his neck. Yeah, nicht gut!
So I took him in, gradually building trust one step at a time until he felt at home in the house. But he was not gaining a lot of weight, which was concerning. Then a visit to the vet confirmed that he had some bugs in his gut. So we started on some meds.
Things started to get a bit better, and Oskar even started to go back outside into the yard. But yesterday the vets came back with their MRI review. His kidneys are shot and he is not likely to make it.
While I knew this was a possibility, it is a blow to hear this bad news. So we will go forward, and I will keep Oskar as happy and comfortable as I can. The good news is that he is not in any pain. The illness will just rob him of energy and probably ruin his appetite. No clue on how long this will take. Could be fast, or things might be ok for a while. We shall see.
Ah well. Nothing to do. We tend to take life for granted until we are faced with the prospect that it is nearly over. In that moment, we can choose to soldier on. And that is what we will do here.