|Nin in 2007|
No, he hasn't been to the vet and we don't have an official diagnosis, but I know my cat and I know the end is coming. While for the most part he is his annoying self (singing at all hours of the day, climbing all over you on the couch), there are signs the end is near. He is not eating as much. He is getting very skinny, and their are sometimes signs in the litter box things aren't right (and because I have seen him do it, I know it is him and not Baggy).
We have talked at length about what we want to do and we have decided that since he is clearly not suffering at this time we are doing nothing. That is right, we aren't even taking him to the vet at this time. [I do hear my vet rolling his eyes as I write this, but we have been friends for 20 years, so I know he will understand]. One of the main reasons we aren't going to the vet right now is that going is such a traumatic experience for Nin. I can't see putting him through all and all the tests to be told he is dying. I faced a similar choice when Loki was dying. They vet recommended another painful liver biopsy for him and I remember saying something like "Why? we know he is dying, what else will it tell us?" [In the end I agreed on another ultrasound which was far less invasive].
The moment Nin shows signs of distress, I will call the vet (who is on speed dial in this house) and take him there. We will do any treatment that will keep him comfortable but we will not do anything invasive. Nin has lived a good life and I want to treat him with the dignity I hope to be treated when I am in my 90s.
I don't know how much time we have left with him, so for now we will just love our crazy Nin!