As promised, here’s the old man. He’s been the best cat ever. He isn’t my soul kitty (she died in 2019), but he has been my constant companion since I brought him home in 2015. I’m his second owner, and I kept in touch with his first family. They were the first ones I told that he was dying. He’s survived cancer twice and is a diet-controlled diabetic, but since he’s terminal he’s getting all the gravy food he wants til the end. Also, he’s named for the falcon and not the wizard. His fur looks like feathers from behind.
Thank you all for the well-wishes. We’ll take it day by day. It seemed over the weekend like he was telling me it was time, but he’s rallied again. I still don’t think we’ve got much time left, but what time we do will be filled with salmon and snuggles.