My cat is 15 now and that makes him 76 years old in human years. He is still very healthy and happy, thank goodness but, I worry.
I learned yesterday, after the opera, when my sister and her husband and I went out to a Mexican restaurant, that my sister’s two favorite little female dogs both have cancer now and one of them is having difficulty breathing. My sister is absolutely devastated. And she can’t bring herself to put them down. She is far too attached. Her house is jam packed with animals of all kinds because she loves furry things so much and she is in love with all five of her dogs, especially these two. I told her to pretend like they are both in hospice and make them both very, very comfortable until she can work up the nerve to have them put down. I feel so bad for my sister. My sister is in remission from cancer herself. So, this is especially hard on her.