A small fortune was spent today to get Aremid an abdominal ultrasound. A couple of aspirations were performed, and it’s unlikely that any good news will come of the test results, which I won’t find out about for another week or two. His spleen is enlarged, and his liver and kidneys look abnormal. The vets think he almost certainly has some variety of lymphoma. And, from there, the prognosis ranges from very bad to “reasonable” (being able to keep him comfortable for awhile). I’m not sure what that really means. I gather from the internet that you try chemotherapy, and you can tell within a couple of weeks if it’s going to work or not. I realize that everyone with a 15-year-old cat has to deal with the inevitable. I am not ready to concede that he’s has a long, happy life, and that I should be grateful for the time I had with him.