Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Where there is a Will...
For some days now, I've been researching various alternatives for the furry friends should something happen to me. Why? Because my Will is out-of-date. The first, drafted almost eighteen years ago, left my three cats to a single friend then living in Florida. That friend, now happily married and living abroad, can no longer take them. Additionally, no-one else here can either, it seems.
All of my animal-loving friends have no room, my nearest cousin has three dogs and there is no other individual I would trust with with them. Though animal charities exist and some offer lifetime care, these options can be expensive. The thought of two elderly felines languishing in a cage, their fates uncertain, fills me with both dread and indescribable guilt. Because of their ages, they would likely end up euthanized. Their vet has said they can come to the neighborhood cat hospital while efforts are made to re-home them, but there is no guarantee that this will occur.
Add to this that both of these cats adore me and have been unstinting in their affection, guarding, playing and sleeping not with but on my person, and I am as upset at the possibility of leaving them without a home as I am at the prospect of either predeceasing me, a far more likely scenario. I have been chastised for overthinking this, but Wills bring up all sorts of issues and emotions, so how does one avoid that trap?
Apart from animal anxiety, hormonal changes and night sweats have been disrupting my beauty sleep to the point that even my nocturnal kitty committee are annoyed. The alternatives there aren't appealing, either.
Until Next Time...