I wanted to write about what I cared about. My cat is one of those things. And she is my bed now crying. Sick. Hopefully able to get better but since she is 13 who knows if this is a virus or old age.
I spent last night and this morning at the vets trying to make her better. Hoping that she would be okay. Knowing that I may need to put her down and not wanting to make that decision.
I love her very much, even when she got underfoot or sat on my paperwork when I was on a deadline. Pets require attention and often beg for it right when we don’t have time. Or I don’t. So I give what I can and go on.
I enjoy her company and how she reflects my personality and mood when I am not around. I love the sound and feel of her purr when she lays next to me while I am working. I love her fiercely independent nature, which is so much like mine.
My eyes are gritty from a lack of sleep last night. Something. I hope will not be repeated tonight. I hope she feels better soon. This is hard to watch.
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But after another sleepless night watching her slip away, in pain, I had to put Andromeda down.
While incredibly hard to make that very final decision I know she is no longer suffering.
