I feel you man. My brother's cat, that he got for his 10th birthday, had the same problem as he got older (12 years). Poor guy just started limping around everywhere on really bad days.
In our case, the tumour turned out to be benign, but it didn't matter much. It was just the first of a slew of problems that cascaded one after the other a year later. Medical procedures would have cost in the 4 figures, easily. At 12 years old, we couldn't justify it as a family. He was an ill cat from the get go. He had a heart murmur all his life, and we had to carefully monitor his diet as he was just on the cusp of feline diabetes, and he always wanted to eat. But he was always a sweetheart.
After I had moved out, a consensus was reached to put him down after the problems finally resulted in the destruction of some age old furniture via not having the strength to get to the litter box. Much to the anger of my brother.
I miss Basil.
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