Please don't die

A perfectly rational side of me knows I am being irrational.

I spend time with him every day and he doesn't have anything obviously wrong with him.

But lately, I look at the curve to his spine with alarm. It's been curved, denting slightly out to the right, for as long as we've had Runkie, even as a puppy it was there. But now, I can't help but wonder, is it more pronounced, will it cause him pain? Is it pinching nerves and sending hot shooting pains down his legs? Is he okay?

Does he have poochie sciatica?

I've gone through this before, though. With Shalimar.

One day she jumped on the counter and I realized she was skinny and then I remembered that twelve is actually old for a cat.

I got so worried and so convinced she was sick, being eaten up by cancer, I worked myself into a frenzy and started buying her total crap food so she'd fatten up and enjoy her dotage a little more.

And then, weirdly, the anxiety just went away. (Probably when she woke me up at 4 am by sticking her paw in my mouth and I thought about throwing her out of a window).