Yeah - I thought it was near the end for Josie last month, but I told dad to wait until she was so weak it wouldn’t be a big nightmare to get her to the vet, if she needed to go.
Trouble is, until she finally dies, she’s like sharing the house with a grouchy psychotic. I fear for Dad and Dona sleeping in fear with her on their feet. That wound she gave Dona was something else. Crazy cat. You should almost take her up with you to your place...
But... that would mean putting her in a car. Nobody's doing that. I don't ever want to hear that sound again. And that smell... I never did truly get that smell out of my old pickup. :-)