Lotto

A few months ago my female 15-1/2 street cat had to be put down. Her kidneys had stopped working. I was distraught as you can all imagine. She died in my arms. Her little head soaking with my tears. She was a little tabby. Never grew very big and was a very unpleasant little girl but how i loved her. I have a male cat of the same age. He didnt seem particularly bothered by her leaving. They had lived together for over 15 yrs and never liked each other. However, he stopped coming into the sitting room. Stopped sitting on my lap for hours and hours and spend all his time on my bed. I spoke to my vet who said he was bored and i should get a kitten! Big mistake, all round. I went to a shelter and brought home the 2 most gorgeous little sisters. One was tabby and the other calico. They were 5 months old and so very very sweet. Never bit or scratched. Played with each other, loved each other, washed each other and made me laugh so much. Lotto was not impressed. Then he got ill. He had to have daily infusions, wasnt eating - the vet said a pancreas infection. Took a long time to get him sort of back to health. But....i had to hand feed him for a long long time. He would only eat 'recovery' by hand. Eventually he started eating his dry food again but....he still spends all the day on my bed and instead of shouting for me to feed him, now shouts for me to cuddle him. Back to the kittens. After a month i noticed the tabby, daisy, seemed unwell. We went to the vet. She had ifp and had to be put down, and the next day lilly had to join her a rainbow bridge. This means i lost 3 cats in 3-4 months. I was in a terrible state. I have my lotto. He is a lovely cat. But has arthritis. How can i get him to leave my bed and rejoin the land of the living in the sitting room? I miss him and love him and want him.