Today has been bittersweet. Rhiannon, our cat, sat by me most of the day. She wanted to be held & loved on. She purred a lot. But, the purring was rough & haggard. When I couldn't hold her anymore, I made a bed for her on a storage tub next to me.
I'm glad I'm getting this time with here, because it's coming to an end soon. She's somewhere between 16 - 17 years old & has a lot of health problems. During the last year she's developed seizures. They make her convulse & flail her back legs. She's scratched herself up a lot, even her eyes. Afterwards she licks & bites at things, including herself. The episodes leave her confused, weakened & scared. She got better for sometime this Winter & I hoped it had passed, but it didn't.
Tomorrow, she will take her last trip. She isn't a fan of the vet. Either my roomie or I will be there. They offered to just have my roomie drop Rhiannon off & they would handle it. I can't go for that. I won't let her be alone when this happens.
She's looking at me now, with her cute face. She knows how to work people. But, I can see the pain there. I hate this so damned much. I'll hold her as much as I can, while I can. This is another reason why I can't have any more cats. This kills me. She was just a kitten a little ago, I swear. A little, goofy kitten with big, pretty paws.
I gotta go.
Cya..
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