My cat is dying. She has throat cancer. I am laying in bed. I can hear her heaving for breath out on the landing. The tumour is at the base of her tongue, and it's slowly suffocating/starving her. Tomorrow, we are taking her to the vet, maybe for the final time. I want to hold her forever. But she's kind of a bitch and bites me if I touch her too much. I mean, she bites me a lot less these days. But she took a good swipe at me this afternoon. So she's outside my bedroom, and I'm inside, and I feel so stupid and cowardly and helpless in the face of her suffering. Stupid mean jerk cat. Sometimes she would break into my bedroom at night, and I would wake up to her grooming my eyebrows. Which was a terrifying experience, because she would periodically bite me in the face to make me stay still, as if I were a kitten. She was not a gentle biter. But she always seemed to know when I was having a bad day, and would insist on coming to bed with me. And then proceed to be a little bitch all night, and chew on my feet, and step directly on my nipple. None of my friends like her because she's such a monster. But she's MY monster. I'm going to miss her so much. . Rosie
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