She greets me on wobbly legs, carefully making her way across the tiled floor. Her gait is reminescent of Guinevere. Her sides gently heave. One would think she just ran across the pasture full-tilt, instead of walking a short distance to say hello.
She loves tuna juice! I introduced her to this delicacy tonight. Although I know that it is not the best thing for her to have, eating anything at this point is a victory.
Will she be here next week? The vet’s prognosis is she is in “fair” condition, so time will tell.
For now, she gets a gentle hug and a kiss on top of a head no longer covered with fleas. I tuck her back into her blankets and turn the heating pad on-time for her to sleep yet again.
She knows peace… this is good for now. Praying that time is on her side. God bless you and give you strength to do all thar you need to do. I have learned so much from you and many cats have benifeted from your knowledge.