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In the sunlight, he looks better. He longues on the heating pad with winter sunlight direct and reflected around him and his eyes are clear. Most things look better in sunlight, except maybe vampires, and we could argue that point. I would welcome the distraction. His fur is soft grey and white, but that's not because of age. He's horribly teribly frail, and there's a blood stain on his paw from washing his face after epistaxis.

I can hold his paw and he'll purr for me. My nose is red, but I don't know how much tears I have left. He's finally off the prednisone and on Metacam (an anti-inflammatory pain reliver) which seems to be helping. Later I'm going to try Afrin and lysine, in addition to his Pepcid and B12. He's poked and prodded, and badgered into getting better, but I don't know if it'll help or he's just given up. It's too hard to tell right now.

The vet offered sinus x-rays to find out if there is a tumor in his sinuses, but if there is, I almost would rather not know. I don't want him spending the night and day at the office, even if it means getting constant fluids. He's not wheezing as bad. He sniffed the limburger which encouraged him to try liver snack. I rustle the food bowl so it "smells fresh" and he eats a bite. Every tiny bit we can do, we are trying. Comfort is the goal. I think he's happier on the shelf right now, in the pale winter sun.

So maybe, just maybe, I can have hope.  ¶ 3:04 PM