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Sad news, friends and family.
Geeg, current titleholder of Eldest Cat, has declined rapidly. He isn't getting around very well at all today. He doesn't seem to be in pain but he is very wobbly. He stopped eating on his own this morning, but I did get some water down him with a syringe a few minutes ago (to his momentary indignation). I was going to take him to the vet Monday, but it looks like tomorrow is the day we'll have him put to sleep.
I've been dreading this vaguely for years, more sharply since we lost Chisa four years ago. Geeg has been my strange little familiar for 19 years, after all. He's loved me through a lot of things over the years, but the last thing we've worked through together is this: I'm sad. Not crushed, not devastated, just going to be very sad for a bit, and then sad for a while, and then.... I think it's going to be okay. It's not okay now, but I can see forward to when it will be. He's loved me so much that there will be love left over after he's gone, for the rest of my life.
It's okay to like this post. Geeg would like this post if he could read it, and he would like all of you if you were here.
I've had a half-dozen likes since I posted that. I'm crying and covered in snot and my eyes are throbbing (I'm not a good cryer) but I really do feel loved. And like my friends are cheering us on, that we can make it this last little bit together.
And we will.
Edit: Saturday morning:
We did make it. He was so tired this morning that it broke my heart to pick him up. But he made it through with no pain and no fear.