Many moons ago, Marco and I went to get a coffee after a rock-climbing trip. On the way out of Peet's, he was adopted on the pavement by a large grey cat of indeterminate age. Said cat spent a number of happy years with us in San Diego and Los Angeles. When it came time to move to London, he had to stay behind with my parents and my own cat, Molly.
Two years ago, he was diagnosed with 25% kidney function and given two months to live. Typically, the irascible grey cat was having none of that and continued to dominate my parents shamelessly.
Four days ago, he stopped eating and drinking. Today, my parents made the difficult decision to take him to the vet.