...and companion for more than 16 years.
Hobbes, about whom friend "birdie" was asking, is showing his age....
Sixteen is a long, full life for most cats. He has been, and still is, happy, but there are problems. He's begun to have some trouble eating; he won't finish the portions of food I set out for him, and often comes immediately to ask for more without touching what's there.
It may be nothing worse than a dental problem. It's apparently unrelated to the food itself; no matter if it's $1.10-a-can "health" food or the basic stuff from the supermarket, I can never predict which food will interest him.
Otherwise, he's in pretty good shape. But this is the age when time grows short, and I dread losing him.
So much has changed in those 16 years. For him, it has meant living in four different places, sometimes with two people (briefly, with four), sometimes with three other cats, for a while with three dogs and two other cats, then with one cat and one dog, then one cat (who lived to reach 17). For me, the changes have been even more dramatic.
And now, it's just the two of us.
So I'll be taking him to the vet for a checkup. If there's something that can be done, it will be done.
If not, I don't care if he wants to be fed ten times a day, don't care how many half-full plates of food go into the trash.
He's been here for me for a long, long time. I'll be here for him, no matter what.
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