Now, though, he's going downhill. For the last several months he hasn't been diligent about grooming and I've had to de-mat him a couple of times. His fur has that old-cat look to it. He was never a voracious eater; once he no longer had to compete with the others, he preferred to eat a bit, go away, come back to it; cleaning his dish usually but at his own pace. He gets wet food at breakfast and supper and always has a mix of dry foods available, much to the greedy cats' thwarted envy. Over the last month or so his appetite's become erratic, gradually diminishing, till now in the last week he's hardly eating anything; still drinking, though. He's getting gaunt; no longer jumping up to the third level of the tower in his cage complex, just spending most of his time in his lair.
I’m going to take him to the vet Monday or Tuesday, and unless this is something easily fixable, with no treatment distress for him, I don’t think I’ll be taking him home. He's old and frail and fading away. I’m not going to keep him alive till he’s outright miserable, just because I'll miss him terribly. I owe it to him to do the right thing.
The history: Why Ted went into prison; how he adjusted; his first set of slammer digs; the creation of his current realm:
http://exurbanmusings.blogspot.com/…/teds-in-slammer-and-it…
http://exurbanmusings.blogspot.com/…/ted-held-hostage-day-t…
http://exurbanmusings.blogspot.com/…/finally-floodgates-ope…
http://exurbanmusings.blogspot.com/20…/…/teds-new-tower.html

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