The results were grim. Liver problems, potential water-borne diseases and much, much more. The cat is dying and we were told to take him to the pound.
This cat came to me, to us and in the many moments of depression and hopelessness, this cat sat with me and stayed with me. It didn't judge me nor did it take pity on me - he simply sat with me and shared his company and his love.
My youngest understands and is shedding tears in her room. I know the cat is suffering right now and I am waiting for her to make this horrendous decision, the decision to let go and to take him to the pound. Am I wrong in this? Should I just do it, now?
Once I take that feline, there is no coming back and the pain in my throat is real and troublesome. I am not ready to let go, so I feel bad, knowing that the cat is not well. I suppose that I am simply stalling.
Monday. We'll do it on Monday.
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