From The Wife[tm]'s website http://www.rdrop.com/users/tierna
We have our eye on the condition of the catly feline specimen pictured above. He was born in 1987, as near as we can tell. He's our Keeeton, and he's pushing 18.
As many cat lovers know, that's an oooooold fella.
He's been aging gracefully but now we fear that Old Man Time is starting to gain on him. He's gone a bit listless and has lost a fair amount of weight over the past year.
It's all been gradual, so we put it down to old age.
He's still a gorgeous kitty, but it's starting to be clear that the curtain on the last act of this magnificent cat's life may be raising now.
I fancy that we're ready. I fancy that. He's been with me and The Wife[tm] since not even a month since we became me and The Girlfriend[tm]. It's a bit like we're the three amigos (or maybe the two amigos and the amiga). Since The Keeeton started to transcend the normal kitty lifespan I've been reminding myself that I might not have him tomorrow.
Like I said, I fancy that I'm ready. I know I'll feel like hell when he's gone. He's the best kitty I've ever had. That's all there really is to say about that.