No hop today, just slowly shuffling off this mortal coil.*
Zuni will probably die today. Being a truly independent puss, she started to fade fast around midday Saturday–after out vet has closed.
She's been blind for nine months, but that wasn't much of an issue. She mastered going up and down the eight steps to get outside.
In the last few weeks, she's taken to hanging out in the hamper. I emptied it of clothes and put her scarf in to line it, then I moved her new haven to my bedside. When she started aiming at the corner and swaying, I knew.
She'd hop out on to the bed when she wanted human company.
She's faded before but came good. This time won't be one she survives. She's refusing food and drink. She lost the strength to walk–but she can push away if you snuggle to tightly.
If she makes it to Monday, I'll call the vet, but I'm torn about it. She's never had any illness. Earlier when she looked doomed, the vet said that she was perfect, but really old. Her kidneys were fine.
So. The question. You know. Do you euthanise for just being old? I say no, iff–if and only if–you can keep your pet free from harm and fear.
We are just snuggling now. All night she slept in the crook of my arm. We were fur to skin. I slept poorly, but waking to pet her was worth it.
We are not linking up to the pet blog because it'd require the desktop. I'm still in bed in my robe (hello–you don't get skin-to-fur here) with my kitten of 17 years and 8 months. I'll separate to do the basics only.
I have a nice rice basket that I'll line with fleece and sling like a hammock between my handlebars. We will ride and get fresh air. She likes being snug. She likes the outdoors. And I need to get out and stop crying. My sniffles shake her.
Sent from my iPhone, toots.
*I composed this on my phone because I had an uncharged laptop–my cord gets moody. As I wrote above, I wouldn't leave Zuni for the desktop. I can type on my laptop with her in my lap. She's still with me–barely–in my lap. My laptop is infront of me on my bed. I can type and pet. Want another reason to learn the keyboard–single-hand typing. Because I can access Mr Buggers's site (where the rules, if not the boys, are) I can linky up and play. It's a hop after all. A sad hop.
One other note. The rain has kept the laptop out of the bike's panier and at home where she likes it dry. I'm behind on reading blogs and replying. For that I sincerely apologise. I like to keep this at interactive as I can. If I don't reply to comments on this post, it's because I usually do so on the train. This might make me too weepy.
The peeps who play and whose photos today will keep the tears at bay. Hey, I'm sad. Let me rhyme.