I'm so, so sad. Barney has cancer. I'm at work and I'm having a hard time focusing on anything other than this news. The vet called me and her first sentence was "I don't have good news". I will post again when I get home tonight but wanted to post this now. I called back and asked the receptionist to ask Robin if I can stop the insulin. I had a bit of a struggle with him this morning giving the shot and he hated it. So did I. Yesterday went much better. If he is otherwise 'comfortable' with high glucose and it just means his urine output is more, then I'd like to stop the injections so his time left isn't uncomfortable. After this morning, he is mad at me. I can't stand that.
I also asked the receptionist to ask Robin if she thinks he still has FIP or not now that we have a confirmed diagnosis for cancer which would most likely explain his high white blood cell count. I can't bear the thought of him out there in the damp shop in a cage. I want to bring him in. It will take a miracle if my husband will allow it. Maybe this will be our Christmas Miracle Mary. If everyone could pray that my husband will let Barney spend his last days inside, I would be eternally grateful.