My Poor Furbaby

My poor furbaby Jake (aka "Jakie-Poo-Poo", "Booger", "MyGoodBoy") is in the hospital. He has kidney failure. Freddy brought him to the vet yesterday after I noticed that he was walking kind of wobbley and not acting like himself. They are flushing his kidneys and they say he looks better but it's only a matter of time when I'll have to make the decision to let him go. He'll probably come home Monday and then we'll go from there and decide when it's time to bring him back. Jake is almost 13 years old and he's been with me since he was a kitten and I found him outside of an old job I used to work at along with his 4 siblings. 2 siblings I gave away and 2 I kept, one of which I had to put to sleep a year after I found him because he had some muscular issues and couldn't walk anymore.

Jake is such a good cat. He likes me to hold him like a baby (up to my shoulder) and dance with him. He likes to sleep ("spoon" position) with me. He likes to play with those little foam soccor balls or a rolled up piece of paper. He likes to drink super cold water out of the bathroom faucet. He is spoiled. He's my baby.

I have more to post about referrals and shopping and stuff, but not right now.