But I didn't want him to get hurt, so I called the vet first thing today--I was really hoping he'd be able to see his lifelong vet, but she's out until Tuesday. Set up an appointment with her partner and asked for a call first to talk about it. Sat and gazed at the cat. He gazed back. Almost a little bit beseechingly, as if he wanted me to come closer. I leaned in... and the little bastard went after my necklace.
So when I talked to the vet, we ended up deciding we'd take it a day at a time. Who knows--that could mean tomorrow's the day. I hate to have to make the call when his spirits are good but his body is betraying him--I also don't want to wait until he's miserable and make him end a good life that way. But today, at least, he wasn't ready to hear the bell.