He goes to the vet in two hours

Just so certain parties know it's not a fraud:





BTW that's some of my crafting stuff behind him.

And he is smiling.

Rest in peace, little buddy.

The prognosis was possible cancer and just to find out would've required tests; the aggravation and manipulation would've likely killed him.

The vet was very kind and very professional; even so, I could see the pain on her face. I asked her what, from a practical point of view, she would do. She said he had less than a 50/50 chance. We decided it would be better for him to go to the Summerlands than to put him through the pain and aggravation, especially considering that he likely had cancer.

Rest in peace, my little buddy Grimmy.

Much thanks and love to all who helped, both financially and otherwise.