This is Midjull:
Big, goofy, scared of his own self and sweet as they come. He will often hide behind a curtain, tail wagging from underneath it, pretending that we cannot see him. “Can’t see me!” has been his rallying cry.
He’s come down with some liver ailment that’s caused him to lose a good bit of weight pretty fast bringing about some hideous thing called “hepatic lipidosis” (i.e.: fatty liver syndrome). So, he’s not been eating unless I am feeding him tuna for people and giving him sips of water. We won’t know for certain until the bloodwork comes back (probably tomorrow) but the vet says his liver is distended and it could be a tumor in there causing trouble which was hastened by his anorexia. :(
He’s been my big boy since 1993 and I love him fiercely. He’s the most tuned in to me, energetically, and always hung out in the “woo woo room” in the other house when I would meditate. I’ve given him lots of Reiki and love (and as much tuna as I can get him to eat every hour) but the prognosis isn’t too promising at this point. But who can say, right? I know my kitty cats are getting up there (15 and 14 years each) so this may be something I will face as they age but dag, it’s never easy, is it?