Monday, August 22, 2011
I don't want the power of life and death. I don't want to be the one to decide. But it has come to this and as I watch her struggle through her daily life, I know this is a hole she can't climb back out of. She has lost interest in food and water and just spends her days dozing uncomfortably, waiting for death.
The worst part is her plaintive meow. She, who was always so vocal and assertive now sounds as weak as a kitten.
It rends my heart.