Filling my weekly depressing entry requirement.
Ladies and not-ladies, this is my kitty Emily. This picture is from 2004, but she has stayed just about the same.
I'm pretty sure she's not going to make it through 2011. She is slowing down quite fast (something of an oxymoronic statement, but that's beside the point). She's got sores on her face. She is losing a distressing amount of weight no matter how much we try to keep our other fatass cat Kuma away from her food. I'm pretty sure her hips are bad, to the point where we have to keep a litter box on every level of the house. We had to remove her collar because it was rubbing the fur around her neck off no matter how much we loosened it.
She's lying next to me on my bed as I type this. Whenever I'm at college my room is off-limits. She hates that because my room has lots of dark corners she can sleep in and because my bed is heated. If she really is on her last leg, I am not going to leave her to be alone while I'm home if I can help it.
We adopted our first cat, Joey, around the same time that we adopted her. Joey was the one that I picked myself. He was my baby, and he died very young. I was devastated then, and even now I still miss him. I even brought my picture of him to my dorm with me.
We're going to take her to the vet while I'm still home. I just had to get this out because Emily has been around basically since we got the house I'm sitting in right now. So...if I suddenly get really out of it, it might be a contributing factor.