The Brad Hole

We took Ian in for our weekly check-up last Friday. He'd dropped down to 12 lbs. 5 ozs and his tumor had grown considerably since the week before, so that was disappointing. In the time since his visit last Friday, his appetite has also diminished and the subcutaneous fluid injections seem more and more like they're the only thing holding him together. His attitude is on most days normal, but his energy level has dropped some. He's still got bursts of energy during the day and he's not constantly sleeping, but he's lost a little playfulness, no doubt about it.

As well, his grooming habits have gone to hell. Because of his extreme drooling and lack of tongue, any attempt he makes results in a mass of really wet, sticky fur. When this fur dries, it clumps. He's taken to biting off the dry clumps to clean up. Now when he grooms himself, it looks like a chicken died, with lots of little cat fur "feathers" left behind. He's also got matching patchy bald spots on his hind legs, butt and forepaws. He's looked better, to put it nicely.