He is now at the vet's and his prognosis is not good. Indeed, I have to decide on his future life and there seems to be little hope.
I imagine that tomorrow, I will hold him in my arms while I let him go. And I hate the thought, but it has to be. I will not let my darling boy suffer more than he has to.
I will tell his wonderful story later.
The above pic is Oscar in his prime; the way I want to remember him and the best cat that I could ever have had. As I write, he is skin and bones, with no resources to fight an infection. I feel for him and dread tomorrow morning.