To My Friends
Kitty is going downhill fast. I don't expect more than a couple of weeks with her... that might be optimistic. The bad news is, she is slower, has very little fight, and drinks and pees all the time. The OK news is that, although she is eating very little, tempting her with different things seems to bring on temporary appetite. In addition, when she isn't drinking or peeing, she seems to want to be on my lap. So it's good she isn't always hiding. I'm learning a lot from research online, in terms of what symptoms to look for and what the symptoms may mean, and ways to tell when the end is imminent.

I struggle with whether the vet would be able to prolong her life, and if so, would that life be comfortable for her. I also don't want to subject my kitty to stressful vet visits and inevitable blood tests. And, this is unavoidable, I can't pay to treat her. If I had all the money in the world, and I could be assured benefit from treatment, I would fly to the moon for her. I don't have that money.

She's so small and bony. But still walking. Still sleeping. Still capable of enjoying food...

Soon, very soon, she is going to decide it's time to slip away. I have been crying. But. But... it just is what it is.

"Miss Ruth was a lady, and a lady always knows when to leave." -Fried Green Tomatoes


I am figuring out my way in all this. And I pray.