Last I wrote, I was telling you about my old and sick cat. Almost two weeks ago, I broke down and took my female kitty to the vet. She is no longer with us. The vet said that her symptoms could be part of many illnesses. The tests for those illnesses and any following treatments would be quite costly, and there was no guarantee of a cure. I made a tough decision and let her go.
The apartment has been empty, yet clean, without her. Tears have rolled a few times, but I know she is in a better place and no longer in misery. The worst part of it all is watching my other animals look for her, and listening to the male cat cry all night. RIP my angel kitty.