My darling cat Tabitha has become very old almost overnight. Her narrow shoulders slope downward the way an old man or woman’s shoulders would. When she sits down with me on the porch of my apartment where we feel the sea breezes, she circles around her soft bed and tucks her legs gently down under her with perfect delicacy. I can almost feel the arthritic pain. I wince knowing that, I too, will be her age someday and having been a runner for most of my life, I will feel this pain. She moves so slowly, but with intention. Her spirit is strong. When I leave her to go…