And here we are. It's 2021 and almost everyone in my family survived the plague. I lost a cousin, and almost lost my other cousin and uncle.
Rusty turned 19 (best guess). He's surviving. He's usually a happy cat, but he doesn't purr as much as he used to.
He's 4 years into a diagnosis of kidney disease, 2 years into heart disease, and was diagnosed last year with small cell intestinal lymphoma. He doesn't like his nightly dose of anti-inflammatory, but it helps him feel better. And not throw up. None of the cancer drugs seemed to help the cancer.
And, he lost a tooth! One of his canines fell out. He still bites me.
His fur is a little ragged, and full of little clumps, but he's still a neat, clean and tidy cat. And, he's still the smartest, friendliest feline I've ever owned. He comes when called. I'm going to miss my furry Rusty when it's time.