Yeti has an appointment with the veterinarian this morning. She's an old cat - 15 going on 16, but acts like the perennial kitten in so many ways. Lately she's been losing weight and her glossy, snow white fur is shedding rapidly. I know that older cats often develop thyroid problems. I'm hoping she gets a clean bill of health and will be with me for many more years to come.
Yeti has been an exemplary friend to me over the years. She is more like a dog in so many ways, too - she'll listen to my verbal commands, play fetch, and follow me wherever I go, and back again. Her sense of being in tune with me is uncanny. I am very philosophical about life and death, but when confronted with the fact of her not being here one day, I feel... anxious and sad. Can't even think of it right now.
More later once we return from the vet.