For the record, the score isPuck 1, Sick 0.
The good news is that he has adrenal cancer. Let me say that again. Thegood news is that he has adrenal cancer. He got up Monday looking like he was just too tired to bother with the whole world, which concerned me, so in he went to the vet. Good thing, because the tumor growing unbeknownst to all of us (usually they lose their fur, and Puck has just won the Best Fur Ever award here in Casa Athenae) had screwed up his insides to the point where his itty bitty internal organs were all, to use a technical term, squished.
Four days of Vet TLC and lots of medication later, he’s back home, still on meds that hehates, eating gushy foods with the enthusiasm of the starving. He’ll need yet more medicine for the disease, but at least they know what’s wrong and can treat it, which is a far cry from Tuesday’s diagnosis, for the record something along the lines of “Let’s trythisand see what happens.”
He got up this morning and bit his brother on the head, so we know he’s gonna be okay.