Eventually, they started to die. Max got into a fight with a raccoon, he fought the raccoon until it died but sadly he was bit in the head. We took him to the vet and they gave him antibiotics that would last a week. After a week, the holes in his head did not heal and the area got infected. At the same time he got feline lukimea, we eventually put him down because we did not want him to suffer anymore.
Kismet, had a earl death that no one expected. I woke up one morning of the sound of Kismet crying. I went downstairs to see what had happened. To what I found, there was Kismet lying at the bottom of the stairs unable to move his legs. He was paralyzed from he waist down. I ran upstairs to tell my Mom. As soon as she told me sh rushed downstairs. My little brother woke up and went to tell my dad. My dad scheduled a veterinarian appointment for him. My father took him to the vet but Kismet never returned. My dad told my brother and I that they had to put him down because there was nothing they could do and if they kept him alive he would suffer from other illnesses.
Fortunately, Chilly is still hanging on. He is about 20 years old in human years and he is about 100 years old in cat years. He is a relic from the past pretty much. I'm glad hes is still here and I would be very sad without him. He has been with me my whole life and I would be absolutely heart broken if he was gone right now.