So we got an unexpected reprieve Monday afternoon at the vet's office.
And by unexpected, I mean I had scoured the upstairs of our house of all traces of cat before we left.
I washed and put away the food bowl and made sure his favorite toy was out of sight. It would be too sad to see when I walked back in later without him.
His doctor didn't think he was suffering, and that was a relief.
But this morning, when I fed him, his hind legs went out from behind him, leaving him splayed on the floor. I helped him back up and he finished his breakfast.
We're on borrowed time, but I'll take it.