Usually Darby runs down the stairs ahead of me to meow impatiently while I fill his food bowl. This morning, he was not waiting, he would not eat - not even the fishy flakes that he loves, and he was very silent. I thought for sure he was starting the decline - we've been on "cat watch" for months, now. I left a pile of fishy flakes by his napping place and left for work practically in tears. When I came home 6 hours later, Darby was perfectly fine, fish flakes were gobbled up and he was waiting for more. Big sigh of relief...
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