He still wants to go outside and check out the white stuff when he sees it. Last Saturday's snow was a little frustrating for him with its crust of ice. (I'm always on the enclosed patio area with him and stay right by his side.)
Tuesday there was more bleeding than I've seen so far, so I rushed him to the vet. An x-ray showed that the cancer has spread all over the intestinal tract. The bleeding also may have been caused by a new food to prevent diabetes, so we made another adjustment in diet (we still have to keep his chronic sensitive bowel condition in mind) and we've added anti-inflammatory Tylan powder to the regimen of Miralax and prednisolone. The vet could not offer any more hope but was impressed at how good Ollie looks at present and glad about his lusty appetite. At home, some things have become worse and there's a little bit of cleaning up to do now and then, but I have not seen any blood since Tuesday night.
For all the horrors going on now, there are thousands of memories of funny and touching moments, and we're still having such moments. I am on guard for signs of suffering.