The kitty-coughing fit at 2:00 am this morning was longer than the nights' previous. Poor Roo. There is not much I can do when it's happen, put my hand on her fur and tell her she's fine, but we both know that's not true. When she finally stops and swallows it back, she comes right up to my face and purrs so hard, it breaks my heart every time.
She will let me know when she is ready, I am sure of it. And in the meantime, all I can do is enjoy her as much as possible.
Dealing with mortality fucking sucks.
Find the beauty in the pain.
Find the beauty in the pain.
Find the beauty in the pain.
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