My old man has been day to day for several weeks now, and today was the day He was diagnosed with that bane of old cats, kidney disease, a little over two years ago, plus he had some kitty Alzheimer's, but he had been doing well until recently.
He has been with me for 15 years, a beautiful black cat with fine, soft, silky fur and intense green eyes. When I was looking for a cat, I went to a no-kill shelter that had a cat room with cats wandering around. He came up to me, stood up and put his front paws on my legs, and said "pick me! pick me!" So, of course I did He was very vocal and we have had many conversations over the years. He loved other cats, the dogs not so much, but he tolerated them. I will miss him so much