Hmmmm

[ithildin]

I've somehow managed to fritter away the afternoon, and part of the evening, without actually accomplishing much of anything. I rock! Really, I do, if you're a slacker. I did talk to my mum, and started to cry when she told me Tuppence is fading away. He's healthy, but she said he has that... well, I'm going to call it an aura, because I don't know what else to call it... aura that our other elderly kitties had when they were in their last months. He's 16, and a Siamese Manx. He's the perpetual kitten, even now. And he's the last of the original group of cats we rescued, and he's my baby. And I probably won't see him again, and now I'm crying again [takes a deep breath]

Okay. Enough of that.

Anyway, I know I promised a new story part today, so I'll open Word now and see about delivering.

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[calime]

I'm so sorry about the kitty. *hugs* I guess the almost inevitable grief is something we sign on to the day we meet them, you know, like the Universe exacting the payment for the joy.

*hugs* I know what you're talking about re: aura. I've always called it the smell of death ... I guess with my profession it's no wonder I've felt it a lot... and now there's the same thing happening over again in my home. I strongly suspect my eldest is not going to pull out of this one either - she just does not seem to care enough. Well, when it's time to go, it's time to go, I suppose.

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[HUGS]