Furriest - sometimes furious - Friend.
The last few days
have been difficult as my cat, who I dote on, isn’t very well.
Unfortunately,
the problems she’s having aren’t something she'll get over, which is
very hard to bear. She’s comfortable for the most part, but it’s painful to see
her struggling, though we hope we might be able to get some help from the vets’
tomorrow, once they’ve done a urine test (my wife being the brave one who
managed to collect the sample).
Pets are an
import aspect of life for me, and Millie’s such a valuable part of the
household, who’s welcomed me home late time after time, when I’ve got back from
shows and gigs, usually settling on my lap while I unwind over a cup of tea
before bed. People who don’t spend time around animals would probably
think I’m being soppy in being so upset, but their lives are emptier for the
lack of understanding of the positive effect having pets around you can bring;
I can’t imagine a time when I won’t have any; they improve me, however
ridiculous that sounds.
All I can do right
now is keep an eye on her and do my best to keep her safe and contented. I
slept in the front room with her last night and I’ll do the same tonight;
hopefully that’ll help; I really hope so as she’s a precious little thing.