2021, our cat at nine
Our first cat, with us since 2013, was nine the year he was diagnosed with stage 2 chronic kidney disease and hyperthyroidism. He wasn't even a senior yet. Illness arrived like that — without warning.
From that day there was a calendar on the fridge. Circles for fluid days, pen marks for pill times. The kidney meds and the thyroid meds were given at different hours, so a single calendar square filled up fast. Blood test values went into a spreadsheet.
The family chat filled with the same daily questions: "Gave the meds?" "Wait, I just did." Some days he got dosed twice; some days a whole day passed with no one giving them at all. At every vet visit we re-explained everything from the start, and the paper with last month's numbers was never where we thought it was.