My cat, Hamlet, turns 19 next month. I have had him since he was six months old. For 10 or 12 years he has had problems with constipation and weak muscles in his colorectal area. He’s been to the vets for enemas, eats special food, and takes medications for the constipation. He has bad arthritis in his lower spine which makes getting around, including getting in and out of the cat box, and getting in position to do his business painful.
As a result, especially if there is anything in the cat box, he leaves me surprises on the carpet outside of his bathroom. He is also, very deaf and runs around the house screaming his head off, which is very disconcerting. I often say that I won’t miss all these things when he passes away and wonder if he hasn’t lived too long already. But I love the little booger!
Here is from more than ten years ago hanging out at the sliding glass doors of my friend Dave Schleusener’s house when I was renting a room there.
