Could I ask for a few prayers for my Twicket? Twicket is almost 16 now and time is taking it's toll on him. Life was rough for Twicket in his younger years and I think that is catching up to him now too. In the past few weeks, he's lost alot of weight. He's a bone rack now and his appetite isn't great. I'm spoiling him with all the canned food he wants, but he's not gaining anything back. His purr is so quiet now. Twicket's purr used to fill the house. He could be heard from anywhere. Now I can feel the vibrations, but he makes very little noise. He's a little unsteady on his feet now too. Jumping takes great concentration and when he lands he catches his balance like a gymanst stumbling now.
He's been to the vet and nothing specific is wrong. My vet told me that he wishes he could treat "old". I sure wish he could too. Ticks me off to no end that someone who didn't love Twicket got the first 13 years of his life. I adore him and I've barely had two years with him. That's not fair. But I knew when I got him that my time with him was not likely to be extremely long and I'd do it again without hesitation. He's the most amazing cat.
Twicket is still happy I think. He still snuggles into me and wants to be carried all the time. He still purrs lots, just ever so softly. He still eats, grooms and uses the litterbox. Please cross your paws that he stays that way for a while yet. I'm not ready to let him go, not that I ever will be. I've asked my husband to let me know when he thinks it's time to make that last vet appointment as I'm not sure I will be able to see the signs. Stuart is always a little more clear about these things than I am. As terrible as it sounds, I'd really like it if he just fell asleep and forgot to wake up, when the time comes.
Not a recent picture of him, just my favorite one.
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