One of our cats, Maggie, has undergone a sharp decline in her health this winter. We knew she was an old, but her problems were piling up so quickly that it was really startling. We took her to the vet today and got the bad news we'd been dreading: she'd lost half her weight, and most likely has cancer in her right eye, abdomen and possibly on her nose. My poor beautiful kitty cat may only have a few months to live at this rate.
I had been worried before that I would leave and never see her again, but now I'm thinking it might be better for her and me to put her to sleep before I go. She's so dependent on me, and I hate the thought of her suffering in my room alone, wondering where I've gone. I'm going to lose her either way, so I feel like I should take this opportunity to say goodbye while I still can.
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