Just when I thought it was safe, when I stopped waiting for more bad news, when I realized that impending doom feeling was being created by me................ I came home from work Friday night and as always looked for my cat. Pepper is 17 years old and has been by my side since John passed away. I don't think she has been very happy that I have been going out to work.
I found her and noticed that she seemed very lethargic. She isn't eating and will only take a little bit of water.
I know what I have to do tomorrow and perhaps I should have done it on Saturday but I couldn't. She isn't showimg any signs of pain or I would have rushed her to the vet right away.
I have spent the weekend in bed wih her beside me. I wet her lips and talk to her. I get to tell her everything that I didn't get to tell John and my sister.
I know she is a cat. I know she has lived a LONG life. I know that it is her time.
I just can't stop crying and I am just dreading taking her to the vet and saying goodbye to another loved one.