I’m sorry but light and pithy is beyond me this morning. The vet’s coming over today and I think it’s probably time for us to bid our oldest cat good-bye. We’re just a few days shy of the day he showed up on our front porch nineteen years ago. I’ve known this was coming but it doesn’t make it any easier. I’ve been hydrating him with subcutaneous fluids every couple of days for a couple of months now, but even that doesn’t seem to help any more. For all the times I fussed at him for jumping onto the kitchen table…that’s now beyond him since he can’t even walk across the room.
The downside to love is that it carries an equal capacity for pain and sorrow.
