Frodo is dying…
He’s very weak. But he’s still using the litter box (though quite clumsily), still attempting to eat but having trouble holding himself up to drink water.
He has kidney failure and pancreatitis.
It could be days… weeks… or months (if lucky) until he takes his final journey to the gray havens…
I didn’t think things would go this way so soon. It feels so soon. Frodo is my familiar. I raised him since he was a kitten. He knows when I’m sad, he lays on me when I have a migraine. He’s always by my side. What will I do without him? He’s my kitty baby. He’s my sweet boy.