Thoughts on coping with impending loss.

[dani_meows]

Py is pretty much listless. We've gotten her to eat small bites of food but there is little life in her eyes and I don't think she's going to pull through this time.

We didn't bring her to the vet yet because she isn't behaving like she behaves when she is sick. Normally if she's sick she is underfoot and puts her head in our hands... now she's more like I just want to lay in this corner and just sleep now okay?

Also she's not throwing up, using her box, and not acting like she's in pain. Is stressing her out by dragging her to the vet a good idea?

I'm trying to ready myself for the fact that she's given up. There isn't the stubborn life filled eyes that pulled through two major illnesses... there is just tired. She's leaving us. I can see it.

I don't like it and I've cried. I've pleaded with her to stay just a little while longer... and now I'm coming to accept it.

We'll probably call a vet in the morning or take her to an emergency clinic in the late afternoon but even they can't do much if she's just decided that it's her time to go.

I don't know. She might surprise me. It wouldn't be the first time. She might decide that she's done freaking out and upsetting her humans and it's time to bounce back.

But this time, she's reminding me of other lost pets and people right before the end. As the endgame starts and they are ready to go.

Everything has it's time and everything dies.

I'm still not ready... but I think the time is upon us.



TLDR: Really sick, very old kitty that's not exactly fighting for life. Dani tries to accept it and cope.