For the love of cats...

We love our kitties. But, kitties do age, and ours are now over the ripe old age of 17! They're very sweet creatures, entertaining us with their goofy traits and 'cuddle' ways for all these years. But, age brings it's challenges with pets, as with humans, and sometimes you become 'nursemaid' to them for their quality of life and health.

We've had this experience with both of our cats over the last few weeks. Mookie - my "golden boy' - was diagnosed with cancer. As with most cancers, this one can be managed (with medication) for a time. He's been my constant companion every day and night, always loving to cuddle in a warm bed and rub his chin all over your hand, or ankle to 'mark you' as belonging to him.

Then comes the big surprise with Betty, the cat I gave Tony several years ago to keep him company in his condo while we were dating. Betty is the cutest, tiniest little cat that captures your heart just by seeing her.

She was having difficulty walking last week, and seemed very lethargic - not her usual 'prancing' self. Tony noticed that she seemed to have blood in her eye, so with all signals 'GO', we immediately raced to the Vet Emergency Center at Tufts to see what was going on with her health. Bad news - she's 'legally blind'. She can see lights and shadows. Good news - this condition can be managed with medication.

So, we have our two little sprites that are reaching their 'retirement years' and we are helping their transition. We both have great soul attachments and love for these feline family members, so the next steps will be tough. But, love does find a way. Their tomorrows will not be in vain.