The vets discovered that the liver problem was not Jim's only problem....he had one of those inoperable chest tumors. Everyone here is familiar with the scary medical term, but in layman's terms, a chest tumor/cancer. So this afternoon, I decided to PTS. His breathing had not returned to normal and he was only going to go into distress.
He passed pretty quickly, with only a slight flinch. For once I think I did it early enough--before he was totally miserable, although he was clearly depressed. He purred when I scratched him and swished his tail a few times, so I feel certain he knew I was with him.
I will miss him.
