Pebbles (cat in the icon) had been getting really thin, in spite of a voracious appetite, so we took her to the vet a couple of weeks ago. She had a blood test, which revealed that she has hyperthyroidism (which is apparently quite a common problem in older cats). So she's on daily tablets, which she definitely does not like - but I think they are beginning to have an effect. Slightly less skinny, and also fluffier and less restless. She's due for another test next week.
Oh yes, that's the other thing I forgot to write - for a couple of days before this cheering thought, I had been feeling really low. And I was tired of fighting it - the struggle was just wearing me out. So I found myself saying to myself: Let's just go there. I visualised it as a shady lane turning off from the main road. I'd been resisting walking down that lane, because I was afraid of where it might lead. But now I just wanted to go there rather than to continue to wear myself out with the struggle. I was, of course, afraid it would lead me into depression. Although I haven't had real depression for the past five years. But there was a big relief in the thought of stopping struggling and just going there, wherever it might lead.
And so for a couple of days I stayed in that state of deciding not to struggle and feeling relieved - then I got the cheering thought and my mood improved!
So maybe sometimes stopping struggling is a good thing.