Old Age is creeping up on me. I have a cat name Mickey he is 17 years old he is showing it now I see it in his eyes, body, and it hurts me so much. I picked him up yesterday for the first time in months. He usually jumps up and sits on my lap for a few pets and cuddles then gets down. He is so skinny his bones are frail his eyes are sad. He loved to be held but again I could tell he was hurting it was like his bones hurt to be touched. So I gently put him down. Then I cried I see death is knocking at his door I don't know when only God knows that but it is hurting me. I tell you life is funny one day you are young and vibrant then you are old and can't move everything is bothering you. I just pray that God takes him peacefully and he doesn't suffer. If I see he cries for help I will take him to be put to sleep. My husband and I talked about that way of dying for him and I am for it but he is against it another battle to conquer. I pray it doesn't come down to that. Anyway I just had to write about this sad time in my life. My cat has been a big part of my life and he might be gone soon. Thanks for listening to my cry for my Mickey.