Willow is still alive and still in no significant discomfort, but her Time is getting close. Once a plumptious little plush-budget production at 13 or 14 pounds, she's now just skin and bones. I haven't weighed her, but she's probably around 6 pounds, maybe 7 at most.
The lump on her rib cage has doubled in size from when we found it. She's still eating (good) and still very affectionate (same as always) whenever I pet her or even say her name -- just saying "Willow?" starts her purring vigorously - - but she's also sitting and sleeping so as not to lie on the side with the tumor, which doubtless causes her some discomfort to lean on.
Willow still grooms, but she's looking rather ratty around the edges. Like I say, her Time is getting close. I still hope that she dies peacefully and painlessly in her sleep, because I really don't want to have to take her to the vet to have her put down.
BC has been a bit on the nervous side lately and I'm pretty sure that it's because Willow is sick and he's sensing that. He's been keeping Willow company lately and comes up and touches noses with her, something he hadn't been doing as much of as he used to.
Old habits don't go away from lack of use, however, and the two of them are still champion synchronized sleepers.
When not occupied with Willow, BC has been an extraordinary pest for attention lately. He's been jumping all over the desk. Today, he tried jumping into my lap (something that he's done with painful results recently as his claws are long overdue for clipping). Unfortunately, he hadn't considered that he was under the desk at the time and was trying to leap onto my lap under the desk, so the result was that there was a loud bang caused by his head connecting with the desk on the upstroke. He looked a little hurt and very confused but he was okay. History has shown he's got a thick skull.
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