>The news was as bad as I’d feared. Squamous cell carcinoma of the tongue, which has infiltrated to the point that it is untreatable. Even if it was treatable, the outcome is never good, says the vet. So no chemo, just waiting til he can no longer manage to eat because of the size of the growth. This is hard. I’ve never had to decide when to put down a pet, let alone one who has been at times my only companion/friend. For now, I am just going to spoil him rotten, which is pretty easy since all he does is eat and then lay around or sleep. He does like sitting on my lap, so I let him as much as possible. I don’t want him to suffer, that’s the main thing. Poor Simon. Poor me. That’s the way of the circle of life, but knowing that does not make it any easier to deal.