Sad Solly

The senior cat is outside somewhere.
The infant cat is on the black blanket on top of the sofa.
He had his wee nuts nuked last Thursday.
Went like a mad thing all Friday.
Then he stopped. Just stopped. Lay down and stopped eating. Stopped drinking. Stopped playing. He looked grey and sad.
Early Saturday took him back to the vet with a very high temperature, thats King Solomon not the vet. Solly was given an injection to get his temperature down and an antibiotic jab.
He came home and stopped again. Nothing. Not even a pathetic mieow.
On Monday we were at our wits end. I was sitting in for La Feltz at BBC LONDON ( am there till Friday) so the ‘oosbind had to take the little invalid to the vet in his car. That’s Jim’s not Sollys, he is so weak he can’t even be bothered to fight. And I’m afraid this story may not end happily. He has been intravenously fed water, he has had his neck shaved. He looks wretched. He has had blood tests. So far he has cost more than a round the world trip on Cathay Pacific. He is an expensive little moggy.
Blood tests have shown one of three things. Maybe leukaemia, maybe viral – exacerbated by the op. That he has been carrying something that was triggered by the nuke removal – it maybe something else. Jim and I couldn’t hear straight. So now I have to collect some more antibiotics – and this is in a family that doesn’t do drugs – and then tomorrow if he is any brighter we won’t need to have three more blood tests. But he has a very very very low white blood cell count. So then what do we do with this delicious little kitty? Do we let him grow weaker and weaker, or do we do something else?
King Solomon, has brought so much fun but it looks like he came into this world with a weakness which I don’t think TLC can mend.
I hope I’m wrong.