Just a little good news story about our eldest.
We almost all of us know the pain of losing one of our fur babies. I thought I might post a sort of good news story about NOT losing one. Our oldest, Bosley, who will turn 16 next month, seemed to be going rapidly downhill. He wasn't eating, was staggering when he walked - to the extent he would occasionally simply collapse when walking on a tile floor, like he couldn't keep control of his feet. We started trying to prepare ourselves for that dreaded one-way trip to vet. Bosley has been with us for 12 years. He was rescued from a Missouri puppy mill and we adopted him from Pet Smart on an adoption day. When we first brought him home he didn't know how to go up or down steps, would come when we called him with his tail between his legs thinking he had done something wrong and was about to be punished. A few days after we brought him home I had to go into our 'storage' room. Bosley followed me in and was to interested in the stuff in there to want to come out. I finally used the voice you use when you want a child to understand you are serious. Bosley literally went into hysterics, thinking that I was really, really angry with him. He cried and cried and wouldn't stop until I picked him up and stroked him and told him it was OK. It didn't take long for him to realize his life had changed for the better and for us to realize we had an absolute gem.
Bosley has known every cat and dog we have had and has gotten along with them all. As he approached 16 he started showing his age, but was still eating everything placed in front of him. Then the above started happening, trouble walking, not eating, having accidents in the house and so on.
And then the other day, I was going through the pet medicine drawer and found a prescription we had gotten for Bosley while back when he was being bothered with arthritis. I figured it couldn't hurt and started giving him one a day. Within two days all the the symptoms receded, he started eating everything in sight, started taking himself outside to do his business (I had been carrying him), and begging treats, and walking around.
We know he's almost 16 years old, and that is really old for one of our furkids, but at least it seems like he will be around for a while longer and for that we are grateful.
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great story too 
He looks like a Bosley!
