Close call this weekend with our cat, Simon. He has been losing weight and we found out a couple of months ago he has kidney disease. He was going downhill so I took him to the vet to have more bloodwork done - assuming it would just confirm my worst fears, but the results were encouraging. While his kidney function is still bad, other issues he was struggling with have improved (due to medications) and what I feared would be his final trip to the vet ended with a treatment plan and not needing another appointment for 3-6 months.
We've had Simon for about 7 years. He was a rescue. I had picked out another cat, but my daughter insisted we get him too. He is blind in his left eye (birth defect), and I didn't want to bring home "another" pet with issues (we have a history with special needs animals).
He is the best damn cat we've ever had. So laid back, super chill and friendly. Never flinches when another animal is brought into our home, either as a visitor or a new addition to the family. He is extremely paternal to the kitten (we still her call her a kitten even though she is 2 years old because she is so tiny), and she is very attached to him.
Had a rough few days last week as I thought it was his last few days ever. So happy I was able to bring him home and keep him comfortable. He is still friendly and affectionate, and as long as he is happy, I will do everything I can to keep him that way.
We get so attached to our pets, and the thought of losing them is devastating. I know some people think "it's just a cat", but not to me. They are family.
Sorry, just needed to vent a little - it's been a stressful few days