So I try to keep things fairly lighthearted on this here blog, but right now I am having a difficult time watching Sassy get old.  She is nearly 18 and really starting to show her age.  She was limping after jumping down from the couch or the bed, so we put "stairs" in place and she started using them and the limping got better.  But now she is not really interested in food and she just sort of follows us from room to room and lays on the floor.  If she doesn't start eating this is going to be really bad.  She isn't showing any signs of discomfort and she does eat some, but it still totally sucks and is scary.  I thought I was managing OK until I realized I've been self-comforting with retail therapy.  In stores with names like "Sugar Heaven."  I wish I were kidding.  Sure the sour grapefruits and blueberry jelly beans help dull the pain, but they aren't doing me any favors.  But I can't help but find myself thinking, what will it be like to not have this little fluffball greet me at the door when I come home?  That is going to be really hard.