I'm in Denial...

One of our cats, Nika, died on May 29. We had thought that Ezra would go first -- he is older and isn't necessarily, um, doing very well. In fact, he has been tossing his cookies for some time now. He is losing weight (our big fat cat ain't so fat anymore), his front legs shake when he is sitting or standing, he's meowing often (not like him) and leaving undesirable deposits around. We think it may be time. to. call. the. vet.


The vet is Carla, our good friend (pictured here with the pups), who in this case, would make a house call since Ezra doesn't handle car-rides very well. We have been discussing the inevitability of this for some time. My father, a former farmer, has also offered to "take care things" for us, but I just can't go that route. I don't even want to know what that route is!

Ezra is somewhere around 18 years old or so -- 16 and a half of those years have been with us. Are we really going to have to say goodbye to both of our cats within weeks of each other? After all these years of cats? I. am. in. de. nial. Ezra is the one who has let two year olds pull clumps of fur out of his side and he just looks on. He has been stepped on, laid on, sat on, and he just deals. He is the best cat with kids and everyone loves him. He gets along with our dogs well. He sleeps by us. He has an extra special quality. I. am. in. de. nial. Waaaaaah................