My little fur girl is dying.
She is 3 weeks short of her 19th birthday which is pretty good for a cat. She has been getting frailer with failing kidneys, but two days ago was still tottering around demanding that I cook her coley to eat.
Then yesterday her little legs wobbled and she stumbled with each step. Today she can't remember how to eat or drink and can barely stand. I have booked the vet to come here tomorrow afternoon to put her to sleep but tbh I'm not sure she will be here then. She is tired but peaceful, and has tucked herself away in a dark corner of the kitchen.
I shall sleep on the kitchen floor tonight.(and I'm not going to work tomorrow...)
She has been here 19 years, my kids can't remember life before she was here. She has purred and slapped us through the years, and I love her dearly.
Why are their lives so short? It's so unfair. She has had a good life, filled with mousing , stealing food off our plates, getting stoned on cat nip in the garden.
But my heart is breaking.