This past week has been hard for me. My darling cat Dec who has been with me since he was a kitten 13 years ago has gotten sick.
He's been in the hospital since Saturday. He has kidney dysfunction, and we are unsure of wether he will get better. My thought feel scrambled, I feel unable to cope with worst cases, although I do keep telling myself the best case scenarios. I visited him yesterday so he knew I wasn't abandoning him.
The love he showed me, the energy he used to tell me he loved me was amazing. He allowed me to hold him like a baby, just like I did when he was a kitty. I rocked him and talked to him, he purred and chatted back to me, all the while waging his tail.
As I sit waiting to go see him now, I can only hope he's doing a tiny bit better a mere 24 hrs later. I'm in massive pain and it's been taking all I have to hold it together. He has been my one constant in my life, my unprejudiced partner in life for half of the time I've spent on this earth. I can only hope that he gets to come home soon, so I can take care of him and love him just a bit longer.