Shame on me but I had sort of given up on 16-year-old coal black cat Jason. He had lost weight and was drinking way too much water. At first, since I fell apart in 2003 after my dogs Joshua and Nicole had died, I was paralyzed with fright. I did nothing. Then I did something.
I went to VNA Animal Hospital in East Haven, Connecticut. I put it to 'em straight. No heroic measures and no elaborate testing. If he was in pain, let's get a pain patch.
That didn't have to be the situation at all. The vet Linda Colburn went through the cost-efficient options for investigating why Jason seemed to be losing ground. I took one. We ruled out cancer and diabetes. For someone who treasures her animal companions, it doesn't get better than that.
There's no guarantee Jason will live to be 100. But he does have a good shot at bouncing back from this ailment we assume is a kidney infection. Antibiotics for about three weeks and then we will re-visit the situation.
Thank you, smart caring vets like Dr. Colburn. At midnight, I'm tossing around the catnip.