My first cat was diagnosed as diabetic at 9 years old. He lived to 17. We tested him daily - which he didn’t mind at all - and usually ended up giving him one shot of insulin per day.
He was the same old cat the entire time. I’m really glad we learned how to take care of him because now I’m not worried about having another diabetic cat. It’s just another thing to check on. Cats are just so accommodating when they know you’re taking care of them.
You’re living the dream… and I’m right behind you.
Just hit 58 and I’m still working in tech (not IT any more, but adjacent). In March I’m going to tell them that I’ll be working fewer hours. Not asking, telling.
It’s their choice whether I work zero hours or some number that’s less than the 80 I’m currently putting in. I’ll either have 3-day weekends or 7-day weekends.