My sweet old Tucker is 20 years old.. not sure when he turns 21. He's been quite a trooper over the years, but always devoted to me wherever I went. He recently had a terrible bacterial ear infection that earned him ten days of antibiotics. By the time that was done... he decided he didn't have an appetite. So, I've been battling to get food in him. I hate how traumatic it probably is as I have to hold him in my legs, keep his head still with one hand and push food into his mouth with another. All soft food. Once I get him tasting it, he'll usually eat a few more bites on his own before trying to walk away. I'm hoping this doesn't last long and he'll eat fully on his own again soon.
Sure he has slowed down some in his old age, but other than that - he seems so healthy and normal. His mother died at 21 last year. So, just in case my beloved kitty does give up on me .. I had my friend Paula come over and take a picture of me holding Tucker. And just for memories' sake - I've added the only other two pictures I could find of me holding him. I'm not sure how old I am in either picture. Upon seeing those, my husband commented yesterday that its just weird that Tucker and I were little together. lol. I'm only about six years older than my cat.
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Where was the one with the leaves in the back taken? I like it a lot, but both are very good!
lol.. I was standing on my back deck. We have a small, but very colorful tree next to the house. Although the rain made the tree drop more than half the leaves that night.
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