This is not a happy post but I have to share.
On Dec 31, I had to put down my cat Osiris. He had become very, very sick with diabeties and was failing rapidly. He'd stopped eating altogether. I miss him a great deal and its hard. I had him for 10 years. I got him via a coworker when he was already an adult, and never really knew how old he was. Somewhere over 13. Not old enough.
Osiris was always fat. I kept portion control under control, but he snuck food from the other two. Plus he was the laziest cat I've ever known. Never moved faster than a quick waddle. He needed help to jump on to the bed. But he was so sweet, mild-mannered, and cuddly, and whenever the other cats bugged him he would come to me for 'protection'. He had very thick, lovely fur, and loved to be brushed almost as much as he loved to eat.
I have two other cats, who are both 13. I know because I got them as kittens. They're both large cats, but they're not fat. They get portion control too. They run a lot, chasing each other around. Tanis still acts like a kitten sometimes, while Icarus is the 'grumpy old man'. They can be snuggly too - Icarus especially loves to lie on my arms while I'm on the computer! - but not as much as Osiris.
Its funny, I think I've gotten motivation to manage my own weight & activity level because of what happened with Osiris. Is that strange?
Any way, thanks for reading.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's learning to dance in the rain.
| current weight: 2.8 over