On Tuesday I have an appointment with the vet. My 16-year-old Havana Brown feline Carlotta has an internal growth on her side. No, she isn't hiding, not yet. She is still eating. But she isn't engaging as much with her 16-year-old coal black feline buddy Jason.
A reasonable person would conclude that I am going to lose Carlotta. So will Jason, which concerns me more than my own grief.
The reality of having animal companions is that they tend to die before we do. It's the unusual situation when they, like Leona Helmsley's dog Trouble, outlive us. Since this happens again and again, maybe we can learn to cope better. I don't know. My dog Molly Mittens passed over five and a half years ago. I can still become very sad when I recall the great car trips we had had together.