Skiver is just a disgusting vector right now, and I feel sad that nobody will pet him because he's so gross. He stopped cleaning himself a year or so ago, and this morning he hobbled into our room with his bones creaking and popping and so much goop on his eyes it looked like they had dissolved and run all over his face, and I decided it had gone far enough. So I put him in the tub next to a basin of warm water and started sponging him off. The tragic thing is that he was purring the whole time, probably because it was so nice to finally be touched.When I pet him I just sort of scratch the top of his head and run my hand down his spine a couple of times, and then go wash my hands, and I don't think anyone else even touches him except Pinga when she's trying to steal the heater vent from him. During the bath Pinga kept asking, "What is that smell?" I told her it's the smell of a wet, dirty cat, because it's true. I don't think the bath helped that much, except for the de-sliming of his eyes. He's still pretty rank.
Do you remember what he used to look like? He was like a lush, shiny ottoman! He was a ponderous cat!
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Sad!! Poor kitty. I myself am totally one of those people who won't pet the pets anymore when they get old and warty. The dog turned 10 the other day and I was looking at him like great I can't stand you already and you're going to get gross and geriatric.
I'm a really nice person, I swear.
I think he has wasting disease. You should put him to sleep.
Thanks, Dr. Kevorkian, but he already has an appointment for Friday morning.
Wow, that doesn't even look like the same cat. Poor thing. Good luck on Friday. :-(
Dig now while you can.
This is so sad, but you write so beautifully that I think I'll read it again. It's sad to see our pets go. I still can't go out to where Duke is buried. It just makes me too depressed. Oh well. Tis life.
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