I've talked a lot about my horse adventures on here, but I don't know that I've ever mentioned my cats. I have two: a brother and sister. To the best of my knowledge, they were born in June of 2003. So.... yeah, just over 17 years old. Wow. They've been in relatively good health all their lives (ironic, since my dad is a vet), but over the past year they've slowed down, lost weight, and started to show their age.
I thought the boy cat would go first. He was the only one that has ever had any health issues at all. (Some digestive stuff and one UTI, but all minor.) And he has been getting skinnier and losing some hair... but his energy and attitude have been great. Whereas my girl cat, while she sort of checked out socially a while ago, had been holding her weight and her health... until very recently. She was actually a little on the plump side until about a month ago. She started to rapidly lose weight, and just the other day, she seemed really painful and uncoordinated in her back end. She improved slightly but is still having trouble. She's also dehydrated and refusing to drink. And she's just super, super out of it.
So, I'm bringing her up to my dad's clinic tonight to have her put down. I know there's no bouncing back for her, at this point, and I refuse to wait any longer for the inevitable. No point in putting her through diagnostics or treatment, when it's almost certainly kidney failure. (It's almost always kidney failure.) I don't think she's suffering yet, or if she is, she hasn't been for long. This will be my first time putting down a pet in over twenty years, and my very first time putting down MY pet, as opposed to a family pet.
I'm swinging back and forth between feeling okay about it and being a crying wreck. She's been my little buddy for 17 years now, which is almost half my life. Going to be the saddest road trip ever, driving her up there tonight.