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I have recently been obsessed with the possibility that my cat will die soon. He's 11 years old now, losing a bit of his subcutaneous fat, graying a bit, etc. all the hallmarks of a senior kitty. I opened an eye to look at Tigger this morning, saw him sleeping at the chair next to my bed, and didn't want to touch him because I was afraid he'd be cold to the touch.