My fourteen year old cat, lies panting, extremely distressed and on the edge. Her immune system has been severely compromised, and she’s just hanging in there. My dear old cat, she’s been with me through a lot, so I’m with her now. How long it will take to get through this, I don’t know, all I know is that she and I have gone through a lot together, and tonight we’ll go through more.
Her years of companionship have seen the death of my father (who gave her to me), my marriage, becoming a Mum, the loss of our dearly beloved older male cat, too many moves, and countless houses, to my own fight last year. She’s seen it all, and kept up the cat dignity through it all. But now even that seems to have gone, as she tries her best to fight her way back.
Whether she lives or dies tonight, we’ll be there for her, as she has been here for us.