Pandora has slowly but steadily been going downhill the past couple of years. And then, the past few months, she really started to show her age. She was sleeping almost constantly, waking only to eat. She was wobbly when she walked. There were a few times lately when her back legs would give out on her. She was in good spirits, though, and didn’t seem to be in any pain. Her appetite was good, too, so I didn’t feel like it was right to have her put to sleep.
This weekend, she seemed especially bad, though, and I knew she’d be gone soon. And she was. She died tonight, curled up next to her food bowl, the little greedyguts.
Stupid me. I knew she’d be gone soon, but I stopped and picked up more canned cat food and a new bag of cat litter this morning. I didn’t even stop to think, until I was leaving the store, that she wasn’t likely to be around long enough to need either of them.
I’m going to take tomorrow off work, so that I can bury Pandora in my flower garden. I’m sure it’s against the rules, but she was a little kitty, so I don’t think anyone will mind.
Godspeed, Pandora.
red paper boat 