I’m glad that your kitties are doing so well!
We just lost our 15-year-old cat Socks today. He was diagnosed with small-cell lymphoma three weeks ago, and we’d been giving him Leukeran and Prednisone, along with a thyroid medication for his enlarged/overactive thyroid. About a week and a half ago, his eating slowed way down, and he started vomiting more than ever last weekend. I took him in to the clinic that was treating his cancer, and that vet gave him Mirtazapine for the anorexia and nausea. He also advised giving him a “drug holiday” from the other medications until he was able to eat and keep his food down. He also told me that Socks should have a dental treatment as soon as possible after he started eating again, because he had an abscess on at least one tooth (he was first diagnosed after we got bloodwork done for a dental, assuming he’d been losing weight because it hurt to eat).
The new drug was miraculous. He started eating that evening, and by the end of last week, he was eating more than his usual portions. I started him back on the Prednisone and then the Leukeran. He seemed to be having more trouble actually picking up his food and chewing, though, so I scheduled a dental with his regular vet, with the oncologist’s blessing. He went in this morning, and the vet called me at about ten o’clock to tell me that he’d come through fine and was waking up. She called again about an hour later to say that there was trouble - he’d become cyanotic and she’d put him on oxygen and given him a diuretic. She did an X-ray and saw a shadow on his lung - she had no way to tell if it was pulmonary edema or a cancerous mass. After two hours on oxygen, despite looking occasionally like he might come out of it, Socks died.
We won’t ever know whether the effects of the anesthesia and the IV fluids were too much for his lungs or whether the cancer had spread. His heart was strong, and his blood values looked good, so this came as a shock to us and to our vet. However, I keep having to remind myself that, despite my determined optimism (read: denial), most cats don’t actually live to 20 and that 15 years is not a bad amount of time to have had with our kitty.
Big_Boy, I hope that your kitty has a better outcome - I don’t mean to be discouraging. Our guy obviously had more going on than we knew about, and after 2.5 months of treatment, yours sounds like he’s doing pretty well. I’ll keep a good thought for him and for Austen. It sounds as if they’re having the treatment experience we’d hoped for!
Because it doesn’t seem right not to have one, here’s a picture of Socks and our other two cats. Socks is the big guy on the left who’s trying to pretend the other two don’t exist. We’re all going to miss him a lot.