She’s turning 17 this year.
Furs a little rougher, no matter how high fat of food we give her.
Eyes don’t work as well as they used to.
Ears don’t hear as well either…
She’s been lonely since her brother Odhinn died last May.
The kittens just aren’t the same as her life long best friend.
And now, dementia is sneaking up on her.
There’s an unspoken agreement between us…
When it’s time, we’ll hold her close and say good bye.
She’ll let us know when that time comes.
Until then, we’ll keep her happy with whatever foods she enjoys, and all the late night cuddles she wants.