I was looking around for a good photo of Bas and I decided on this one. It’s cold and he’s on the move. It was taken 2 winters ago. Bas is a sick boy these days.
We’re not sure how old he is, but somewhere around 16 years. About 2 months ago he started crying after eating and then losing weight. We took him to the vet and they said he had a pancreas infection. He started on medicine, which did nothing, and then on to heavier medicine. He’s been taking prednisone for about 4 weeks now.
After a couple of weeks of the prednisone he wasn’t getting a lot better. Last Friday afternoon we headed off to a specialist vet who does scans. This vet is out in the middle of no where. It’s getting dark early now and I was very glad to have a TomTom, otherwise we’d probably never have found it.
The scan shows indeed a swelling on his pancreas. They can’t say if it’s a bad infection or a tumor. Either way the only treatment is to continue on the prednisone and see how it goes. We’ll go back for another scan in 2 months and see if it’s better or worse.
We can tell that he’s feeling a bit better. He doesn’t cry any more. He seems a little more lively. He’s an old guy and doesn’t do much anyway. He follows us around and lays on our feet at night in bed.
Bas and I have a new routine. At night I put him on my shoulder and I carry him up to bed. He can walk just fine up and down the stairs, but we both seem to like this new ritual. He waits for me to pick him up and carry him. When I get up to the bedroom I wait for him to want down before I put him down. Sometimes he lays on my shoulder, purring, digging into air with his paws, for a very very long time. I indulge him. I wait. I bury my nose in his warm fur. Eventually he wants down onto the bed. And he sleeps on my feet.