Monday was vet day for Boycat - we'd originally planned early Feb but with the proviso I take him earlier if much change, which there was. His drinking is going up & down a bit (though still greatly in excess of "normal"), his back end is looking skinnier & he seems a bit weaker there, he's sleeping more, being very restless when awake etc.
Vet agreed I was right to bring him in. Checked him over, took blood tests etc. She emailed me that evening with the results to say he's full blown Stage 4, so won't be long now (likely less than a month). The plan is that I take him back when I think the end is immanent (probably a couple of weeks) for her to confirm that, then back home for a few days of non stop spoiling with all the foods he's been banned from since diagnosis, then PTS.
She repeated the possible things that could be done at this stage, but with Boycat's "issues" we are all in agreement that there's no point in extending his life for a few days or weeks but make him miserable for that time. So no IV or subcutaneous fluids, no tablets (he doesn't even take treats out of my hand) etc.
Boss lady at work told me yesterday that she considers it to be a full on bereavement situation, and she will make every allowance in her power to support me. This includes things like time during the day to take him to the vet, annual leave with no notice when it gets to be the time, and full acceptance that I will be randomly breaking down in tears at work both before and for a few weeks after. This is good, because I've already started crying once on a teams call with her when I gave her the update 😢
Apologies for rambling on a bit about this, and apologies in advance for the inevitable future posts I will do on this, but it really does help me.