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Tom is sick. I'm terrified to realize that he might die. That possibility doesn't seem real to me. It never has. But sometimes, I'll look at him and realize that it'll happen someday. And it'll hurt more than I can imagine.
He's the sweetest, smartest, most resourceful one. And the most beautiful. And he's mine, and I love him.
We have to give him medicine and make sure he actually eats--forcing cat food down his throat with a syringe if he doesn't eat on his own, which he hasn't been. Sunday night, he was too weak to even fight back, but he was stronger today. I've never been so glad to have a face full of claws.
He's the sweetest, smartest, most resourceful one. And the most beautiful. And he's mine, and I love him.
We have to give him medicine and make sure he actually eats--forcing cat food down his throat with a syringe if he doesn't eat on his own, which he hasn't been. Sunday night, he was too weak to even fight back, but he was stronger today. I've never been so glad to have a face full of claws.