The depression is gone so it was definitely sudden withdrawal. Today I’m feeling sad, but only because Cheeto is steadily getting worse. He has good days and bad and today is a bad day. He’s lethargic and I found him under the basement steps. He’s never under there. I felt bad because he was on the cold concrete floor. There used to be a bath mat down there that he would lay on but I guess RS threw it out. I’m going to lay one of our fluffy towels down there. We don’t use the big ones generally. I don’t mind giving one up for my buddy.

Im going to call the specialist tomorrow. Im getting convinced there’s nothing financially feasible to do at this point but I just need to hear someone say it. Meanwhile, if he passes at home before the appointment, I’ll at least know that he’s at peace. It will be a bit traumatic for me to find him here but there’s an animal crematorium/cemetery near my house and I will take him there. I took another cat there years ago.

I don’t think I would get another cat unless my female cat seems to be lonely. I’d adopt an adult cat, at least three, one that likes to sit around instead of be super active. My girl has asthma and a bad knee, she doesn’t need an active kitten chasing her around.