This is a serious post.
No silliness today. I want to prepare you for a rapidly approaching wave of sadness that may break at any time. It’s about Jumbo Kitty. The first week in May I posted some pictures of JK and Janie, the cat and dog who won’t be joining me in the fulltiming adventure. For new readers, an arrangement has been made with the man who is buying my house for JK and Janie to stay with him and his son.
JK was a robust cat in his prime. (The photos don’t show how huge he was!) When I inherited JK from my grandchildren (I think he was about five at that time.), JK was known as Tweety. He outgrew that name to the more apt Jumbo Kitty.
He hasn’t been jumbo for quite some time.
Those photos are several years old. JK dropped the excess weight during the intervening years and lost a lot of muscle. In short, JK is old. I’ve been estimating his age at about 16 years, but he may be as much as 18 years old.
In the past week I’ve noticed his movements are a lot slower and he isn’t eating as much. He curls up in the cool dirt between the exposed roots of the maple tree in the back yard and sleeps most of the day. Oh, it’s probably just the summer heat.
No, there’s no denying the obvious.
JK is nearing the end. It could be weeks or months, but I don’t think so.
I’ll keep him as comfortable as possible. I don’t want him to go through any “heroic measures” which means unsettling trips to the vet with all the anxiety of a car ride and being handled by strangers in a foreign environment. I think we are inclined to do for our pets as we would want done for us.
I’m sorry this post isn’t fun to read. I’m writing about my life and it’s not always entertaining or amusing.
Thanks for taking the bad with the good.
In conclusion . . . My wish for Jumbo Kitty is for him to peacefully fall asleep into the cool shade and gentle breeze of forever.
rvsue
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