I did something similar with a 20 year old cat recently.
My folks had to move into assisted living and couldn’t take care of him anymore. No shelter would take him and the only alternative was to have him put down. He looked like pet cemetery but he was still alert and got around okay so I decided that, even if he’s only got a few months left, I was going to make sure he got them.
It ended up being only two, but it’s two months he wouldn’t have had otherwise.
And he was my bud the whole time.
{{{{hugs to you}}}}
My cat is over 20. My sister calls her the “walking dead”. She looks rough. But she still functions, and hobbles over to me and looks up at me with her blue eyes and I know she’s glad to see me. As I am her. Friendship is priceless.
Awwwww.
Nice story.
God bless you for that.