My sweet kitty, Glove, has not been getting around to good lately. Today she is really worrying me. She usually can manage to jump on the couch and curls up there, but today she cannot. Poor thing. I moved the rug into the sun so she could soak it up. She seems to like it.
I know I probably don’t have much time left with her gentle soul. It is sad, but she has given me such joy all this time and she’s been with me and I have given her all my love. Almost 20 years now. I’m not sure when she was born, but she showed up at my house in the early fall of 1992 and had to be only about 7 weeks old then and stole my heart instantly. She is a Kentucky Girl and was my 2nd fur baby as an adult. Her and my other sweetie, Whiskey, lived together with us in the house until Whiskey died in 2006 when she was 16.
She doesn’t seem to be in pain, but it must hurt her to get up and down and today her little back end doesn’t seem to be cooperating. Doesn’t it just break your heart to see your fur babies aging and knowing they won’t be with us much longer. I always say that I don’t understand why they can’t live as long as we do.
Pray with me that she just peacefully sleeps into her next journey.