That was about a year after her diagnosis with chronic renal failure. We'd thought the end was near for her at age 10. But I learned to administer subcutaneous fluids from our vet, a bit like kitty dialysis, and she stayed around.
She's done well for much of the time since.
Years catch up, however. This year we've seen a bit more decline with perhaps some hyperthyroidism that's cost her a few pounds.
Related or not, recently she showed some signs of not feeling well. I feared a urinary tract infection and took her to vet. Vital signs seemed generally OK at that point, and an antibiotic was prescribed.
A couple of weeks after that, Christine thought her pupils looked enlarged.
I realized that night she wasn't seeing things like cat treats or my fingers. At least she refused to say how many fingers I was holding up. Cats can be stubborn.
Another visit to the vet determined her blood pressure had spiked, causing a retinal detachment in the right eye and probably damaging the left.
We've added a blood pressure medication and a downward BP trend seems to have developed.
I pretty much need a jeweler's glass to cut the pill down for a tiny cat dosage, but treatment seems to have perked her up. She navigates our house with ease. It's hard to tell there's a vision issue.
Time marches on. "Days dwindle down" as the September Song puts it, but for the moment, we abide.