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Today was a very tiring day as I took both Pressie and Onyx to the vet for their 6-month checkup. The reason I took they need a 6-month checkup is because Pressie is 10 years old and Onyx is 18 years old, and our veterinarian recommends more frequent checkup for senior cats.
That’s right Onyx (above) is a whopping 18 years old! Even though she’s not as active as she once was and even though she tends to vocalize her own version of Madame Butterfly at odd moments, like 5am, she holds a very special place in my heart. She is my baby and always will be.
I have had Onyx since she was 2 months old. She’s supported me through bad boyfriends and bad jobs. She’s seen me through ill health and weathered my ill temper. Through it all she’s maintained the sweetest of dispositions and a constant wellspring of unconditional love.
At this point there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her to make the rest of her years as comfortable as possible. I just hope that there are many more to come. Our vet has assured me that she is doing fabulously (is that word?) for her age considering she’d be pushing 90 if she were human.
I just hope Onyx can quickly forgive me for having had to take her out of her comfortable routine and suffer the horrors of a car ride then the uncomfortable manhandling of the vet, because she was not happy today! Is that the evil eye she’s giving me?
