Loki is dying. Medication he's on is slowing the progression of the cancer. But I did something stupid this morning.
I opened photo editing browser and began looking at his photos, starting from about 3 years ago. I was looking for anything that I might have missed, that I could have caught and had treated sooner before it became sarcoma.
I come across photos of him laying his head on my shin, and giving me a look of pure contentment, and I lost it. I remember how many times he would be upset that I had to get up and move. And also, how many times I would get annoyed. He hasn't been doing it lately, and I miss it. Then it hit me that I will soon be missing it forever.
Yeah, me, tough-assed bitch, falling apart over a cat. No, not just any cat, but my cat.
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