I'm feeling a bit gloomy, to say the least. The day started with rain and turned into one of those dreary winter afternoons smothered by cold gray clouds. And Charlie's getting sicker and sicker.
Back in the Spring, he'd lost some weight. I brought him to the vet, who said that his kidneys were slowing down. She prescribed a medicine that seemed to restore his appetitite and energy.
Now I've noticed that since Christmas, he lost even more weight than he did in the Spring. And he seems to be losing his energy even more precipitiously. The one good thing in this is that he always wants to be in my lap. And, when he does, I don't care about what I'm wearing, even if its a black wool skirt like the one I wore yesterday.
He was rescued from the street. I adopted him six years ago--a bit more than two years after I started my life as Justine. So he has been with me through my physical and emotional changes, as people and things have come and gone. He curled on, and cuddled, me every day of my recovery from my surgery. And he has rubbed his nose on, and licked, my hands, toes and face more times than I can count.
I'm going to stop now: I don't want to write his requiem just yet.
Back in the Spring, he'd lost some weight. I brought him to the vet, who said that his kidneys were slowing down. She prescribed a medicine that seemed to restore his appetitite and energy.
Now I've noticed that since Christmas, he lost even more weight than he did in the Spring. And he seems to be losing his energy even more precipitiously. The one good thing in this is that he always wants to be in my lap. And, when he does, I don't care about what I'm wearing, even if its a black wool skirt like the one I wore yesterday.
He was rescued from the street. I adopted him six years ago--a bit more than two years after I started my life as Justine. So he has been with me through my physical and emotional changes, as people and things have come and gone. He curled on, and cuddled, me every day of my recovery from my surgery. And he has rubbed his nose on, and licked, my hands, toes and face more times than I can count.
I'm going to stop now: I don't want to write his requiem just yet.
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