Pets have pretty much always been a part of our family life, ever since that first stray cat twenty-something years ago that I told Adored Wife not to feed because once you feed them they're yours. And that cat became ours, adopted in Texas, moved to two different places in Virginia, and then lived for several years in West Virginia before dying of a more or less contented old age.
Over the years we've had two ferrets, a few goldfish, several small rodentish things, and four cats. We've never had a dog, although both AW and I had dogs as children. They're a huge responsibility and what with one thing and another in our lives we've just never been comfortable taking one on. We're currently down to one cat, Oscar, and he's getting old.
It's tough when they start getting old. It happened pretty fast, too. It seems as though within the space of a month he went from being a spry and obnoxious overfed feline to a lazy and obnoxious lean old codger of a feline. Mostly these days he's looking for warm places to sleep.
It's going to be tough when we lose him. Graphics Magician in particular is very fond of him, although Basement Artist also seems to like him sometimes. (The rest of us more or less tolerate him.) But hopefully he'll have an enjoyable and peaceful "golden years" experience.
Hope all's well out there, friends, and God bless.
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