Theresa · Mather

This morning it's finally time. Yesterday, Miss Kitty followed her regular routine as best she could, waiting for me to get up outside my door, meowing when I took too long, waiting for me to get dressed, escorting me to the food bowl, sleeping in her usual places. This morning she can only stagger a few feet and then collapse, and she's tried to eat but really can't. She purrs when I pet her, but she's in a stupor.
I tried to make an appointment at her vet to have her put to sleep so she didn't have to suffer and they said they are booked today and then the vet is going on vacation. I managed to get an appointment for this afternoon at the other veterinary clinic which I have never been to, but I don't know if she'll make it that late. Hopefully she'll just fall asleep today and not wake up, that would be better than taking her to a strange vet in a place she doesn't know.
I am angry that her vet couldn't fit her in, and I'm sad to be losing my 20-years-plus special and mischievous kitty.

(The picture is from January.)