This morning, he rallied, came upstairs, walked around out on the deck and had a drink of agate water. (even though he knew it was tap water I had added to the agate bucket). After that, he went back downstairs and is sleeping quietly right now.
The trouble is, he is in discomfort. If I delay this more, it is only being selfish. He's trying so hard but everything is an effort and he has dropped lots and lots of weight. He is unsteady on his feet, it's mostly his back legs and lower back. Yet, he bravely makes his way up and down the basement stairs, although I can see it is a might effort.
He's been so much to us. I am going to choose to face this as an act of compassion, which it surely is. I don't think we'll have another cat, for one thing, there is no way to replace this guy. For another, there is an allergic family member who has put up with my housecats and their messes for over 25 years. I don't know if I can be without a feline companion.
Rest peacefully, my old friend. Much love and thanks, always.
Jim, cruising the deck in better days.
When Jim was on walkabout!
Jim's mugshot at the Humane Society, when his name was Victor.
Writing the book on Mischief.
These guys
