When we got home from the Nevada County Fair on Friday and read the concerned note from our house sitter and saw the altered state of Charlie, I picked up the phone and made an appointment for yesterday morning at 7:30. They ran lab tests for the status on his kidney disease and did a treatment to flush them. The lab scores were abysmal but I elected to try another round of antibiotics and see if Charlie might rally. He did rally but it was only from miserable to okay. We decided to let him roam the front yard this morning, a longstanding forbidden fruit because out here it's much too dangerous for cats - too many predictors.
He loved it and I followed him around with my morning cuppa. He checked everything out, rolled like crazy in the dirt and bossed the dogs. When Ian opened the front door, all the dogs wanted in and Charlie trotted with them, like that's what he always does when he's outside with the dogs.
Once inside he promptly fell asleep, obviously worn out. We have been talking the past couple of days what to do, and decided that since that outdoor visit was probably a high note, we should make an appointment with our vets and let Charlie go. He was clearly suffering. Since today is my book club and also CSA box pickup, I was the delegate. I'm thankful for that because he and I had a sweet parting. He loved me all over the place and thought he was just going for a lie down. We've said goodbye to pets before but apart from one dog, I'm not sure we've ever had a pet command such a presence. I know I need to change my banner. Give me a couple of days to process that and find something meaningful.