May 03, 2011 21:22
There is no doubt my old kitty Trudy is failing. I can barely get her to eat.
Still, she is perky and purring and wants to be with people.
My husband is melting down though. He has been a mess all night.
He came home with a web brochure for a vet who could come to do what is necessary at home when the time comes.
Without cruel intent, he is pressuring me into putting my old kitty down.
That time is coming, but I don't want to rush it. Not while she is essentially happy.
I can't manage him and her at the same time.
cats,
trudy,
death,
hubby