Once upon a time I used to think that birthdays were important.

Today on my 47th, I was proven wrong.  My oldest cat is fighting against a raging thyroid.

My bf and I took him over to the vet today, his second visit in two days.  He was down three more ounces.

I used to think that birthdays were special.  Today an old man I have trusted for 17 years changed my mind.

Arnie is not a passive animal, yet he is not moving well these days.  It will be a very hard day to live through when he is not with us.

I am glad he has good doctors and two dads that love him.

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