Prepared To Say Good-Bye: w/Good Update

I've been out photographing the cat. He's not been well. We haven't posted the photos from ten days ago after we brought him to the vet because he had been stumbling around the house and acting stranger than usual. That's when the vet recommended a lion cut to get rid of the matted fur Bonsai had everywhere. Roger brushes the cat every day, but come summer and all the brushing in the world doesn't stop this cat from matting up and getting cranky. So, lion cut it was. But then the old lost dog showed up last Sunday and invaded Bonsai's space. That was two days after the lion cut, so the question became, how much indignity can one cat endure? As it turns out, not much. Of course we are drawing connections where there may not be any. It's okay, we're not going to publish our insanity or make a religion out of it. We're just trying to figure out why Bonsai stopped shitting again.
Last Thursday we brought him back to the vet, even after all the times we've sworn out loud that we were no longer going to do heroics for him. It was obvious the cat needed an enema. I've given him organic pureed pumpkin and psyllium seed in his wet food everyday since last November. He was pretty regular until the lion cut and the stray dog. Is any of this related? Probably not. So, Bonsai had an enema on Thursday. Don't tell him that you heard this from us. He hates when we discuss his private stuff. In fact, it's exactly the kind of thing that makes him stop shitting. At least that's what we surmise.

Friday was hell. He even growled at us. Let me say that again. He actually growled at us every time we touched him. He hid under the sauna outside. He lay in the hot sun and nodded his head like he was dying. That's when we decided that if this cat ever stops pooping or peeing again, we're calling the vet to come to the house and put him to sleep. We just can't have him suffer anymore just so he can stay alive to stumble around the house and eat pureed pumpkin and psyllium seed in his wet food. What kind of life is that?
As of Sunday night Bonsai is still alive. He's not well. He seems very old suddenly. We are prepared to help him make his exit, if that is where he's headed. We will not impede him with enemas and hydration anymore. We are his friends, and we still think he's beautiful.

UPDATE:
Bonsai seems much steadier on his feet Monday morning. He's still an old man kitty cat in his ninth life, but for today there won't be a call to the vet. Thank you for your WONDERFUL and THOUGHTFUL comments.

This post is dedicated to a beautiful dog named Raf whose very loving person helped him make his exit on Sunday.