So I had to put my long time barn cat down today. He was 14, totally blind, could not retract his claws, could not jump, and had bowel issues. Tough day, he was a great cat. But 14 years for a barn cat is a long time, never seen a vet in his life (still hasn’t) . On the farm the cats live or die by their own hand. Somehow this guy wormed his way onto Jodi’s lap several years ago and never went outside again. He was a snuggler. RIP el gato negro. (His name)