Our beloved black boy was diagnosed with a tumour on his liver, about 10 years ago. Different vets recommended pts, invasive surgery etc. We opted to go for a softer approach, he had regular monthly injections of a steroid intended to keep the tumour from growing, and vitamins to boost his general health.
He went on quite happily, lost quite a bit of weight. He went from a chunky panther to a slender kitty over the years. But still ate well and could easily jump up onto the kitchen bench.
Over a couple of months he started to decline, but in the end it was quite rapid, over a day or two. We called the vet to do a home visit in the morning and he went to sleep in my husbands arms, at the age of 19.
We we’re very glad we close the route we did, not subjecting him to painful traumatic surgery, but also that we sought other opinions and found a vet who managed his health very well. In the last few years, his vet said she wasn’t entirely convinced it even was a tumour, but there was something wrong with his liver, evidenced by jaundice and blood tests. There was no way to make sure without surgery, which we didn’t want to do.
I’ve learned vet science is very inexact a lot of the time, they’re just making an educated guess.