Rascal is getting old.
The last two days his fur has been a mess. Gary says it is just that he got into something that makes it tangle. The problem is that he hasn't been anywhere that that could happen. Every old cat I've had over the years had that sticky fur just before it became time to take that last visit to the vet.
Another sign of aging is the size of the clumps in the litter box. The bigger the clumps, the more problems Rascal is having with his kidneys. Those clumps used to be the size of a quarter. Now they are the size of a small saucer. So far, he is making the litter box but for how long?
He is losing weight and muscle tone. We know he is hurting. The steps are too much. He no longer is coming upstairs to wake me up in the morning. He still manages to leap up on my lap most of the time, but sometimes he misses and stalks away embarrassed.
We are getting old, too. Today, Gary had to see the doctor about the aches in his arms. He was told to avoid lifting weights for a while and given a prescription for prednisone.
My fingers are getting arthritic. Playing a piano is in the past, I'm afraid. Even typing can become painful.
Gary says that sooner or later one of us will have to be stored in the freezer before we can be buried, so I had better make room.
The last two days his fur has been a mess. Gary says it is just that he got into something that makes it tangle. The problem is that he hasn't been anywhere that that could happen. Every old cat I've had over the years had that sticky fur just before it became time to take that last visit to the vet.
Another sign of aging is the size of the clumps in the litter box. The bigger the clumps, the more problems Rascal is having with his kidneys. Those clumps used to be the size of a quarter. Now they are the size of a small saucer. So far, he is making the litter box but for how long?
He is losing weight and muscle tone. We know he is hurting. The steps are too much. He no longer is coming upstairs to wake me up in the morning. He still manages to leap up on my lap most of the time, but sometimes he misses and stalks away embarrassed.
We are getting old, too. Today, Gary had to see the doctor about the aches in his arms. He was told to avoid lifting weights for a while and given a prescription for prednisone.
My fingers are getting arthritic. Playing a piano is in the past, I'm afraid. Even typing can become painful.
Gary says that sooner or later one of us will have to be stored in the freezer before we can be buried, so I had better make room.
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