I just had two friends loose cats to the ultimate thief, age. The Squirt’s last sibling died, and a good friend had to put their old girl down as well.
It crushes your heart to lose a cat. Yet I sign up again and again. I cannot live without the furballs, even knowing what the price is going to be. The Squirt is 15, blind in one eye and suffering arthritis, and a hint of kidney disease. Although you don’t like to think about it, baring accident, she is next. She is my wife’s cat. Or it is more my wife is her person.
No it will not be easy.
But we will be at the shelter looking for another furbaby.