Last night we thought the end was upon us. Callie curled up with us in bed and her eyes seemed dull, her breathing was labored, she was not happy. We loved her up but no purrs from her, just a smile on her little face. We decided that Friday would be the day. It took me so long to fall asleep, especially with tears in my eyes.
This morning I woke up with a tail in my mouth. By the time I came out of the shower Callie was moving around and interested in us (or food, it was probably the food). We fed her a little bit and she ate a small portion. Then she stayed around for "desert", her baby food.
Then again maybe Friday isn't the day.
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