Our cat is old enough that she has developed cataracts.
She's now sixteen. We've had her for eleven years; she was five when she adopted us at a local animal shelter.
The cataracts are now so bad that she has trouble seeing, even treats placed a couple inches away. Interestingly, she was supposed to take care of my better half in a new city (which she has lovingly done), but now my better half is taking care of her as she adjusts to her poor eyesight. Life indeed abounds with ironies.
And I thought pets had it easy.
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