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Life and Times With The Fifteen Year Old Cat
| Don't worry OP, you have the only non-cancerous thread here, so it's easy to find.
| Two thirty PM. Cleo and I have mostly been sitting on the floor together. The decline in her physical ability just keeps going on, and I really have to wonder if the idea of her dying even exists in her head. She happily wobbles to her water dish, she'll slowly struggle to find a good position on my lap, and right now I'm watching her take careful, methodical bites of food. It's hard to believe what she can get used to.
| Holiday gifts were more treats and a curled twist tie. She can't really chase after things I throw at this point, but we can still bat something like that back and forth well enough.
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| Midnight. Cleo hasn't had much to eat yesterday or today. Still purring when I pat her, so she isn't anywhere near as weak as she's been. The constant buzz of impending doom is starting really affect me, but if she's in a good mood, I'm not complaining.
I let the second thread die because I couldn't access this site last night, and I didn't find time to check during the day today. Hopefully everyone following this story can find it again.