Pets, old age, and Hendrick’s
Today we took our oldest cat to the vet.
She’s 19, blind, mostly deaf, and crotchety as hell.
This weekend she stopped eating and drinking. The vet thinks her kidneys, which have been impaired-but-okay for quite a while, have finally started to shut down. He gave her subcutaneous fluids, which could theoretically help her, but nobody’s very optimistic.
We have another vet appointment tomorrow, after which I expect I will have one less cat than I currently do.
My current coping mechanism is gin. It’s working okay for now, but I suspect that tomorrow will suck a lot.
Bah.