Our fragile girl

Maya is thirteen years old now. While she is still healthy, eats well, and plays with her catnip mouse, her body is becoming frailer. When we pick her up or pet her, we can feel her muscles aren’t nearly what they used to be, and her bones feel as though they could splinter with very little provocation. But no signs of renal failure, thank goodness, nor anything other than just the march of time. Will we make it to fourteen and beyond? I do hope so.