Hi guys. Mom brought me to the v-e-t on Saturday. I’m now 15-1/2 years old, so the vet did the “Senior Wellness Test” which means they stole some of my blood to see how my insides are working. I’ve lost a lot of weight – now I weigh a bit more than ten pounds. My heart is murmuring, and I have a swollen teat. I spend a lot of time napping and getting scritches from Mom.
Let’s face it, I’m a senior cat, and although I’m not running toward the Rainbow Bridge, I’m kinda waltzing in that direction. How long it will take me to get there is anybody’s guess.
We’ll hear the results of the blood tests in a few days, and then Mom and I will have more information, but nothing is going to change the fact that I ain’t getting any younger.
Hey, don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve had a heck of a great life. I should have died when I was 12 weeks old and got hitted by a car. But I got saved by Malcolm, and then I pretty much won the lottery when Mom adopted me. It’s been quite a story and I’m not done yet. Hug, rub against, purr for and get scritches from those who love you. Nothing lasts forever, and love really is all we need.