The hardest thing about having pets is facing their mortality. Our little old lady, Cookie, (named by our younger son after Cookie's Week, a book he read in first grade) quit eating this week so I left work early yesterday to take her to the vet. At 15 years old and down to only seven pounds she is still full of spirit but can't afford to lose any more weight.
After a steroid shot and aromatherapy (no kidding--kitty pheromones in the cat cage to calm her) she is back home and eating a little. The cause of the problem hasn't been determined--it could be cancer or kidney failure or just stress from all the chaos that goes with remodeling--but after talking it over with the vet we decided not to pursue any extreme measures to determine the exact cause of her issues. After owning several cats I can't say that running extensive tests and diagnostics have ever added to their length or quality of life. Please keep a good thought for our little Cookie.