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.