Aww I’m sorry to hear that. Aston became diabetic at age 16. So we gave him insulin shots for the last 2 years. He didn’t mind at all. I’d get his insulin pen out and he’d come running and sit on my lap for the shot. He barely squirmed when we did the blood glucose tests (you have to pick their ears!). He was so chill when he wasn’t being too smart for his own good. I’ve heard a lot of stories about how ginger cats aren’t too bright. It makes me wonder if he was hogging all the brain cells for himself. His pancreas gave out last year and we had him put to sleep. Nothing you can do at that point and I just didn’t want him to suffer more than he had been. His litter mate Diablo passed 2 months later.
Thinking back at 18 years with those two. They’d been through it all with me: a marriage, a divorce, a new marriage, financial struggle, success, 3 apartments, 1 house… They grew up with me. Aston was the first pet I adopted after moving out on my own, and his brother came home with me 2 days later. Cooper came the following year.