That there was Trapper a few years ago, even before he was diagnosed with diabetes back in 2023. This tough boy has been through a lot over the past few years.
Trapper had his oncology appointment yesterday, and it's pretty much certain now that he has pancreatic carcinoma. This is a very rare and also very aggressive cancer, and because of both of those things, the oncologist indicated that there is really no known treatment that would truly extend Trapper's life. The only potential option might give him an extra couple of weeks at most, in the rare event it worked at all, but it would very likely complicate his diabetes, lead to pancreatitis, and take away his current continued willingness to eat, among other side effects.
That said, my parents have chosen to make Trapper as comfortable as possible with palliative care. I would have made the same choice in their shoes. For now, though Trapper continues to lose weight and muscle, he is still interested in food, water, and some of his other usual things. I've been helping my parents give him fluids every day at their house to combat his dehydration, and they also have on hand pain meds and other treatments for various symptoms until Trapper lets them know he's ready.
I know I don't have to tell any of you fellow animal lovers how difficult and heartbreaking this is. The truth is that Trapper does not have much time, but he has already surpassed the median survival time of this cancer. Said median survival time is 7 days, which is just downright awful and makes me hate cancer even more than I already do. That said, the oncologist commented how good he currently looks, given his diagnosis and prognosis. I think her exact words were, "He ticks all the marks for having pancreatic carcinoma, except for how good he's doing."
For a bit of levity to the situation, Trapper has always been a very personable cat who doesn't mind getting in a carrier and going to the vet. After a bit of time at the oncology department yesterday, Trapper turned to his old habit of coming out of his carrier and prancing around. The vet and her student (our local veterinary oncology department is at a teaching hospital) were getting a real kick out of him, not to mention they couldn't believe how good he looked as he paraded around the room, all things considered. They also took him over to their dermatology department, as he does have paraneoplastic dermatitis as a result of his cancer, and they wanted the dermatologist's input on what would best alleviate those symptoms. When the oncologist and the student returned with Trapper, they informed us that he not only had at least 15 people oohing and awwing over him, but that he taught a lot of students about paraneoplastic dermatitis while winning all of their hearts. That's sweet and handsome Trapper for you.
So, for now, Trapper is still with us, and my parents and myself will of course be giving him so, so, so much love.
As I mentioned above, Trapper is my girl Thimble's littermate. Though photos don't always do this fact justice, they've always looked quite a bit alike. So, here's my little Thimble, that being Trapper's twin. I tried to pick a photo with same sort of look as Trapper's above, but photos just never do justice to how twin-like these two really look.
I'm again sorry for all the rambling above. I'm not much of a talker in person, but I do get a lot of comfort from typing out all of my thoughts.
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