Over the past six months Abe has lost a good deal of weight.
He's just skin and bones now. He demands my attention a few times a day, rubbing his head on me, kneading me incessantly.
Petting him feels like petting a rake. Every bone sticks out. His fur still gleens, but something is failing inside him.
It's difficult to see, especially on a black cat. But he no longer has any padding on him. The next photos were taken this past spring. He still had a bit of a hanging belly on him.
Now he has a skinny belly. I couldn't get a photo of it, because he wanted to sleep.
In contrast, Luke is still hale and hearty.
I caught him with breakfast still in his mouth!
He still looks like the healthy cat on the vet's charts.
He's tough and vigorous.
I hope that Abe is not uncomfortable as his life fades. I hope that he stays warm this winter, and that when his time comes it is a quick transition. He's added much to our lives.