Saying good-bye... again

This will likely be our last Caturday as a household of four cats. My old Siamese has been declining for the last year. I didn't expect him to hit 15 years, but that passed a bit over three months ago. While we've been doing all we can to help him, the light has been dimming from his eyes as kitty dementia has been setting in, and he has been fussier and fussier about the limited food he can tolerate with his IBD. Nevertheless, he has held together, and, despite his sleeping all day every day for the last week, he's been taking his usual place on my bed when it's my night Rosary time; he's been my prayer buddy for all the years since I started the Rosary, and he still remembers and enjoys that part of our routine, the only routine he's been keeping.

Dargo is at the end of his life (we've been through this once before with our first cat, who lived to be 16). At this point, all we can do is make him comfortable and hope that he passes at home. It's not illness or his thyroid issue, teeth problems, or IBD this time. It's old age catching up to him. I believe Bilbo was sent to adopt us to ease this transition; the two are very different yet so much alike in how they love laps and snuggles under the covers that it's uncanny. (No wonder they became good friends in the nearly fourteen months since Bilbo became part of our household.)

I took this a few weeks ago of the two snuggling together.

This pic that I took about two weeks ago was one of the last best pics of our two big boys, synchronized sleeping on the bed while our sheets were in the wash.

We've done all we can for him. Although I expected this to come a while ago, it's still not easy. He's been a momma's boy all his life (since we got him at about 8 weeks old). Bilbo is a daddy's boy but snuggles with me when he can't have his preferred human. He's a bigger boy, though, and not Dargo.

I don't know how many days we have left with Dargo, but we'll make him as comfortable as we can.

God bless!