Fair to say a lot of tears have been shed over the last few days as we waited for what seemed to be an inevitable leukemia diagnosis.
But the furry little fúckface is coming home, albeit with a punishing regime of lifetime medication and possibly a feeding tube for a while as well.
But I'm gonna get to use him as my pillow for a little while yet
He lost a lot of weight and his appetite went through the roof. Turns out he has a hyperactive thyroid which because it was left untreated for quite a while led to him developing what is likely to be hepatitis. We were told to expect the worst as his white blood cell count was through the roof which indicated something insidious, but nothing showed up on the secondary tests so they reckon whatever has has can be treated with antiobiotics and thyroid tablets.
I'm gonna cuddle him all fúcking night