Well Oscar is now drinking water from the bath tap
he sits in the bath and drinks the running water, he is drinking more; but he's happy, and not in any pain or discomfort. And even though its been 6 weeks since his last steriod jab having no problem with his arthritis
and able to jump on the bed/sofa. Sleeping more but so is Cleo down to age I know, and the vet says they won't operate on the cyst.
Sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock; you don't notice they are getting slower, thinner, older until someone comments.
Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.
Actually it was a poem in my Mom's People's Friend that made me
melancholy and happy at the same time today, it reminded me of Christmas's in their younger days.
Memories of - the two crazy kittens who climbed every curtain and Christmas tree and loved life - the two middleaged cats who climbed the outside trees and the inside wardrobes and loved life, and now the two elderly cats who climb on my bed and love life.
So can I just say to all of those with cats both young and not so young
please don't scold your cat for climbing the tree, for the time will come (I promise just when you least expect it) you'll sit here wishing just wishing they had the energy to climb your tree once more time.
The poem is following.
Karen