September 16th, 2014


My Old Man.

I have a very sick cat, you guys. Roo and Buddy are both 15 years old, but Roo still acts like a teenager and, aside from a few colds here and there, has never had any health problems. /knocks on virtual wood/ But Buddy has been sick since the day he was born. He was the runt of the litter and had seizures when he was just a kitten, which left him not the brightest cat in the world. But he's super sweet and playful and doesn't mind a snuggle. This last year has seen dementia and arthritis in him. I've got him on something for the dementia that seems to be helping, but now there is a back leg that he can't even put any weight on. Just in the last month, he has gone from what seemed reasonably acceptable for his age to the point were we are talking about quality of life.

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I am terribly sad about it, but trying to enjoy the time he has left. I was unsure if I had made the right decision, not doing it right then, but the decision is made now, so I will enjoy what I have. I was concerned about disrupting the rest of the household, since the other cats all seem very aware that something is wrong with Buddy. Like the vet said though, animals don't know quantity of life, they only know quality of life, so I just want to smother him with love during these last few weeks I have him and make that quality a good one.