One Tough Cat

One Tough Cat

One Saturday night in May 2012, we noticed that our cat’s inner ears were yellow. An emergency trip to the vet that night, doctors’ calls the next week, an ultrasound, aspiration and then removal of the spleen, all provided enough clues to solve the mystery: Cancer. There was a round cell tumor on his spleen, a hemophagocytic t cell lymphoma, if you want to get technical.

Chemo is different for cats and dogs than it is for humans. They actually don’t suffer and the treatment is designed to be palliative. Still, there are weekly visits to the vet for injections and occasional infusions, so a little bit of stress for old Pip.

Obviously this care is expensive and I’ve heard rumblings that question if it’s wise to spend this kind of money to keep him going. Often it’s between the lines of the statement, “you just don’t want to put him through all of that.

The truth is that the chemo doesn’t cause suffering in pets, at least most of the time. There are side effects, like his whiskers might fall out, and his appetite and thirst might increase. There is a risk that one of the drugs, the steroid Prednisolone, could cause diabetes. There is a chance, not a high one, that the reaction to the chemo could cause severe problems that lead to euthanasia. But the chemo shouldn’t make him sick. As I said, the treatment is designed to be palliative above curative, though curing him is the ultimate goal.

My vet friend, Nick, (one incredible author, toot-toot,) gave me some good advice:

The burning question – is it fair to do it to Pippin? If you don’t, there’s a reasonable chance the tumour will still be present, and though he looks bright now it could be back in as little as a few months (of course, it might -never- come back). If you do, there’s a reasonable chance of stopping the tumour ever coming back, failing that a reasonable chance of greatly extending Pip’s life.

The biggest factor in the decision to try fighting his cancer, and this probably sounds a bit weird, was asking, “what is Pip telling us through his behavior? Does he want to fight or rest?”

That Saturday night in May, he must have been feeling the absolute worst. As we later learned, he had a tumor on his spleen, he was jaundice, his liver was fatty and under stress and he was weak from anemia. But when I stood at the top of the basement stairs and called him with a little squeaky noise, he made his way slowly up each step to come see me. He sat on my lap and purred like he always does.

We decided to bank on his frequently-exhibited ability to adapt to new situations, his resilience, his hard-knock life early on which certainly made him one bad-ass cat. Then, if he tells us it’s all too much, we’ll change the plan.

He’s currently doing really well, eating a lot, being social with us, doing all his normal stuff. Jen and I get a lot of joy from just having him around. We’re more aware of that now.

He knows what’s in store when we head in to the MedVet each Wednesday morning and he gives me hell. Those folks have been saintly with their help. Only 8 more weeks to go.

If I may be completely self-indulgent, some pics of our Bubba. Thanks to the awesome, thoughtful Stephfanie Fillers for the glow-worm, oreo and sprinkled donut treats.

Tomorrow: Burning down the house.


Panel 1: Wednesday is chemo day for old Pip.

Panel 2: I got him back in aught-three at a time when I was really blue. He helped me think of something besides my blueness.

Panel 3: He got sick a few months ago. We had to decide – treatment? He’s a tough cat and it seemed like he wanted to soldier on. Out came the spleen.

Panel 4: When I go to pay for his weekly treatment, the vet has trouble saying the total out loud.

9 thoughts on “One Tough Cat

  1. Wow. I lived the same story. Found Annie (actually, she found me) back in aught-ninety-eight when I was feeling blue. We became good buds. She started getting sick one day. Took her to the vet a couple of times, which she HATED. They could never find anything wrong with her. She finally died. One of the saddest days of my life. Keep old Pip as long as you can.

  2. oh, eric. i had no idea. well, i mean, i knew he had surgery but i didn’t realize it was such as serious one. i love the visual of him coming up the stairs, one at a time, even when he was feeling horribly, to be with you. he is a special one. i’m happy that you and jen are able to stick this out with him. please give him a scruffle from us, maybe on his floppy ear side.

  3. I’m so thankful for the day when you and Hope brought him in off the streets. I know he was a pest to you guys, not to mention injurious, but you saw his potential and 9 years later, he’s a fine house cat and our furry friend. Consider him scruffled, Megan.

  4. Aww, I love cats. My baby was Cricket, I had 3 others but she was mine. She was born with HIV and Dr’s said she wouldn’t live past 3-6 months old. She lived a very long and happy life of 6 years. The HIV finally took her life December 2011. It was the most horrible time of my life, I think, even worse than some humanoid deaths. Thanks for sharing about Pip. He’s mighty handsome~

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