Our two old girlies, Cinnamon and Opus, have been slowing down a bit recently. Opus is going to be 20 this year, and Cinnamon 11 (or is it 12? I cannot remember.)
Opus doesn’t do much more than sleep these days. With failing eyesight, hearing that has long since failed, and tired old bones, we have put her favourite warm comforters out on the floor for her so she can snooze away her retirement in comfort. She struggles to get up and down the stairs nowadays, and she’s thin and frail. I don’t know how long she has left with us, but I hope that time is happy.
Cinnamon, on the other hand, has just started into old age. She’s got a few years left, but the signs of growing older are there. She no longer jumps or plays as she once did. She will lose at least two teeth this year. And she has taken to hiding whenever That Baby is about the place. Unless Her Bubby is around, of course — she adores Opus and knows Opus will protect her. And I believe Opus, however grudgingly, loves her too. I think Cinnamon has always thought of Opus as her mother, while Opus for her part has tolerated That Kitty amazingly well. (We just pretend not to notice when she grooms Cinnamon as a mother cat would do.) It breaks my heart to think of how devastated our little CinnamonGirl will be when she no longer has Her Bubby around to love.Â That day is coming. But not quite yet.
In the meantime, I will enjoy catching these moments, as our two old pals take every opportunity to just spend time together and grow old in comfort together.