Gibs went to the oncologist today and his diagnosis of lymphoma was confirmed. She guessed he is about stage 3. Given all the factors of his situation, we have opted not to do chemo with him, but to do the best to keep him comfortable and happy as long as possible. He started on prednisone which will temporarily slow down the lymphoma's progress. The vet estimated he may have a month or two.
So, he will be enjoying hospice life at the Golden Palace with his two frisky pals, Dodger and Ozzie, and the feline mayor. He's still in good spirits. He's not terribly active, even now, but, man, when he got to the vet office, his tail was wagging and he was checking out all the ladies!
He likes this bit of snow that we've gotten, and he's enjoying his toys and the elk antlers and sprawling in the middle of the living room floor on his giant bed. His hips are too rickety for him to make it up the stairs at night when we head to bed, but it has been so sweet the past two mornings to find him sleeping right at the foot of the stairs.
He clearly wants to come up with the rest of the pack, but just can't manage those stairs. We're gonna try and give this guy the best we can for as long as he's with us. He's had a good life, and he's such a sweet boy!