The Wife[tm] has just returned from a visit to have The Keeeton examined by the vet. News is positive overall.
He has the heart of a much younger cat (don't wait for the joke, it ain't comin'). He has a couple of infections, one in the tooth and one resperatory. We have an antibiotic to give him for that. Blood work is being done, but we don't know the answers to that question yet. There is a mass in the area of his stomach that could be cancer, but there's no way to tell, and it's not clear whether or not it's something to worry about.
Bottom line; he's as old as the kitty hills. The vet's estimate is that, if you transferred Keeeton's current record proportionally to that of a human, you'd get a geezer of about 120 years age (my words, not hers).
Longevity in any living being is a gamble. Average lifespans are just that, averages; they are exceeded and fallen short on in equal measure. I think one of the reasons we are seeing so much more old-age disability is that there is so much old age these days, people are living longer. Not only does the body have an upper limit on how much regeneration it'll do, but you can only roll the dice for so long before you come up craps.
So, Keeeton is not in imminent demise. However, is seems clear that the coda of this wonderful cat's life is beginning. Looks like it will be quality time.
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