Posted by on July 8, 2012

My poor Macallan. In his old age, with wobbly legs, he braves the wide outdoors.

For years we could not coax him to go outside. But now, that’s where he wants to be. He takes two or three steps, then rests, then shakily gets up to take a few more steps.

The simple pleasures for an old and sick cat.


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