Ray, my wife and I have four cats. Even though we're still young (I'm 32 and she's 28), because my health issues we'll almost definitely never have children. But we have our cats and love them dearly. Even tho HER cat is a bitey little a$$hole (only to me, he LOVES her) and mine pees on the couch. They're our little family. Reading your story put a lump in my throat as I remembered my old cat Simon, who passed a few years ago. He was 18, and I'd had him since I was 12.
He too had started too lose a lot of weight, and wasn't eating much. I switched him to soft food thinking maybe dry food was too tough for him to chew. I don't know what happened, but I found him huddled in a corner one day after work, dazed. He looked at me, gave a Siamese squawk, and fell over. He died in my arms a couple hours later...couldn't even find a vet to take him to, since it was late on a Friday evening. Broke my heart, blamed myself for not taking him in when he started to drop the weight. Still do.
Lunatic, I'm with you...you lose one and you say, "no more. Hurts too much." But that never lasts. Now we have 2 free farm cat giveaways, a Petsmart adoption, and a stray we took in just last Halloween.
My heart goes out to ya, Ray.
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