Marmalade came walking into our back yard in Florida, 14 years ago. Skin and bones and so hungry. I guess I'm soft hearted when it comes to orange marmalade kitties. It took me a few weeks to get him to come to me and he's been a very frightened cat ever since. Unless it's just Chuck and I here in the house, he won't come out from under my bed. He became friends with the "other yellow marmalade cat" that won my heart over when we were building the house..." George". They are buddies. About a month ago, I noticed that Marmalade was acting like he couldn't see good. Each day got worse. We took him to our good ole country vet and he said that the blood vessels were drying up behind his eyes so the blood wasn't getting to his retinas, hence he was going blind. He also only has one kidney that is working. These things happen to old cats. I know this in my head but in my heart, I want him to get better and live forever. It's not going to happen. Meantime, I put the food plate right under his nose so he can smell where the food is and carry him back and forth to the sun room and my bed. He has become weak and has a very hard time jumping up on my bed. I know we aren't going to have him much longer but he's been a part of our lives for the past fourteen years and we were really lucky that he picked our yard to come walking into. This is the hard part of loving a cat for so many years. You have to give them up one day and it breaks your heart. You just have to remember all of the happy days they gave you over the years. Marmalade sure is doing his part.
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