Moe is slipping away

Moe is a black shorthair, a rescue kitty of indeterminate age. He is
an adult, but not elderly. He has been sick for almost a year: runny
nose, sneezing, vomiting, diarrhea, weight loss, etc. We've spent a
fortune on vet bills and medications with no solid diagnosis. I spoke
to the vet yesterday and she said the only remaining option is a $400
sonogram, but she is reasonably sure that will only show intestinal
cancer, for which she has no treatment. We have reluctantly decided to
just keep him comfortable until the end.

His eyes are still bright, he still purrs when you scritch his chin.
He can still make it to the litter box, though admittedly not all the
time. As long as he does not seem to be in pain, we will continue to
care for him.

His brother, Rascal, died suddenly in June. While we were focused on
Moe, Rascal seemed to be in perfect health. Then, one morning, he
started staggering and we rushed him to the vet. He was in total organ
failure and was gone in hours.

I can only hope that Rascal is waiting for Moe at the Bridge.