Barrymore in Better Days
This photo was taken a couple of years ago. Barrymore seemed bright eyed and feisty back then, which is something he hasn't been showing for the last couple of months.
This morning I woke up to find Squeegee at the foot of my bed, and Barrymore in the living room. I called him to come and spend a couple of minutes cuddling with me, which he was happy to do, but I noticed he seemed wobbly and a little out of it. My youngest cat is struggling to survive, and it's not looking good.
Barrymore had been more my mother's cat when she was alive, even though I was the one who brought him home. Until she passed away, we weren't that close. He preferred Mom and made no bones about it. When he knew she was dying, though, he made the transference to me, and after she passed, he stuck to me like glue. After that, Barrymore began to grow on me more, and while he had played second fiddle to both Squeegee and Tigger in my affections, this past year, More-More has become a treasure to me. He is the sweetest cat I've ever had, and the most cuddly and loving.
Barrymore has been sick. His appetite has dropped off, and he's been losing weight. his insulin levels have been very high, and we're trying to get that under control now. The biggest fear is that he may have lymphoma. If he does, I may have very little time with him. He seems to be doing worse since going to the vet, not better. I'm praying, and hoping, because I don't want to lose my sweet kitty.
More-More is 13. He's a senior, but still under the age he should be to die. An "average" housecat is supposed to live about 16 years. (That's where Squeegee is right now.) He's always seemed so strong and healthy that this has been a huge surprise to me. When other people tell me that their cats have lived to be over 20, I wonder what I'm doing wrong, but I know that that's the exception, and when I took my kitties in, there were no guarantees that I'd have them even this long. Squeeks almost died when he was 2, and I've been blessed to have him all these years! You just never know. My only regret, aside from not being wealthy enough to fight harder to save him, is that I didn't appreciate him as much as I should have all these years. Now, when he gets on my lap, or cuddles up to me at night, and I hear him purring, I realize what a precious life he is, and know I'll miss him terribly. So, I'm hoping it won't be so soon.....
Barrymore in Better Days
This photo was taken a couple of years ago. Barrymore seemed bright eyed and feisty back then, which is something he hasn't been showing for the last couple of months.
This morning I woke up to find Squeegee at the foot of my bed, and Barrymore in the living room. I called him to come and spend a couple of minutes cuddling with me, which he was happy to do, but I noticed he seemed wobbly and a little out of it. My youngest cat is struggling to survive, and it's not looking good.
Barrymore had been more my mother's cat when she was alive, even though I was the one who brought him home. Until she passed away, we weren't that close. He preferred Mom and made no bones about it. When he knew she was dying, though, he made the transference to me, and after she passed, he stuck to me like glue. After that, Barrymore began to grow on me more, and while he had played second fiddle to both Squeegee and Tigger in my affections, this past year, More-More has become a treasure to me. He is the sweetest cat I've ever had, and the most cuddly and loving.
Barrymore has been sick. His appetite has dropped off, and he's been losing weight. his insulin levels have been very high, and we're trying to get that under control now. The biggest fear is that he may have lymphoma. If he does, I may have very little time with him. He seems to be doing worse since going to the vet, not better. I'm praying, and hoping, because I don't want to lose my sweet kitty.
More-More is 13. He's a senior, but still under the age he should be to die. An "average" housecat is supposed to live about 16 years. (That's where Squeegee is right now.) He's always seemed so strong and healthy that this has been a huge surprise to me. When other people tell me that their cats have lived to be over 20, I wonder what I'm doing wrong, but I know that that's the exception, and when I took my kitties in, there were no guarantees that I'd have them even this long. Squeeks almost died when he was 2, and I've been blessed to have him all these years! You just never know. My only regret, aside from not being wealthy enough to fight harder to save him, is that I didn't appreciate him as much as I should have all these years. Now, when he gets on my lap, or cuddles up to me at night, and I hear him purring, I realize what a precious life he is, and know I'll miss him terribly. So, I'm hoping it won't be so soon.....