My beloved black cat hasn't been eating. He's usually a piggy but the last week he's only been tempted by fish, fresh chicken, treats and a bit of beef mince, and this only after a steroid shot last week.
Today he's eaten nothing but a piece of ham and a dessert spoon of cooked mince. He wouldn't touch treats, chicken, fish and he's barely drinking. He's not washing and he's currently in my lap and not purring.
He's 14. It doesn't seem that old, but there's nothing discermibly wrong with him other than not eating and I don't think I want to subject him to a battery of tests and treatments.
We're visiting the vet again tomorrow. We'll take her advice. But I'm trying to prepare. Chances are: it's time. Isn't it?
This is the first time I've had to be the one making the call. God it hurts. My lovely boy is such a snuggly chap. He's been my comfort through so much. When my ex left and the bed felt too empty he got in and let me spoon him so I wasn't alone. His purrs soothed so much pain. Now the absence of them causes almost as much.