Punkin, napping at the edge of a stray sunbeam, glowed like an ember against the dark bedspread.
Her kidney disease is slowly eroding her down to a tired, old cat. I notice that she perks up considerably on the days that I give her sub-cutaneous fluids but she hasn't come to terms with that yet and still fights me.
It will be a sad day when she is too weak to do so.
For now, I treasure each day I can share with her.