This is my baby girl, Shadow. She's 16 years old. And dying. I've been watching her act strangely the last couple of weeks. This girl rarely goes outside. I'm talkin' 2 or 3 times a year. The last two weeks she's gone out every day, multiple times each day. The kids and I thought it strange. But over the last three days I think I know why. It's warm out there. And she's cold. Her little paws are cold and the outdoors warms her up. Today a friend suggested a heating pad. That has worked wonders. She likes it alot.
The last few days I've watched her deteriorate. She hasn't eaten in three days. Not even ice cream or french fries - her two most favorite foods in the whole wide world. She's not in any pain but her eyes are sinking, her body isn't maintaining temperature and today she's not had any water. I'm just trying to keep her comfortable. If she shows any sign of pain I'll do something different but for right now I'll just let nature take it's course. But it's hard to watch her die. I snuggle with her, pet her and hold her close. That's about all I can do.
3 comments:
Oh Cindy! you know how I feel about kitty cats, but I feel so sorry for you and wish I could just give you a great big hugs. Lots of thoughts going your direction.
Sorry about your cat. Loosing a life long pet is hard and you have lost a few in recent years. Sorry you have to go through it again.
Ahh, I am sorry. Big hugs!
Kim
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