Ready for Goodbye

The calico, Billie, has not been doing well. She’s been going to the vet a at least few times in the last month to help with problems she’s been having, but her heart is also so weak that there is nothing that can be done that wouldn’t cause another problem, and I’ll just lose her anyways. It’s time to let her go, and the fact I’m writing this down right now is making me feel like a wreck. Her birthday is at the end of the month, she would have been 11. I knew this day would come, but I didn’t want it to be like this or so soon.

By this evening, she will be gone. But in the past week I’ve been trying to make her as comfortable as possible. So here I have a photo from the other day of her watching birds. I’ll miss you baby girl, my sweet little psycho-cat, I’ll always remember how you would lick my arm when ever I rubbed your belly.