CA_POPPY
Jan 25, 2015Explorer
Old cats, revisited
Edna will be 19 in June and I think she just might make it. She came to us at five weeks old and that's a story in itself. She's what the Brits call a ginger tabby, orange shorthair, not at all uncommon, except to us. She has a bunny-soft coat and she's a bit eccentric, as is the right of old girls. At this age, she "talks" more than she ever did. Sometimes her voice is inquisitive, sometimes insistent and occasionally demanding. Her face now has more white than just the star she was born with. I am still, and always have been, her favorite person. Sometimes she will wake me in the middle of the night, just to make sure I am okay. We are both aging at warp speed.
At this stage, I sometimes look into her eyes and see the slight confusion and disorientation I noticed in my mother's eyes at the end of her life. I want to tell Edna that I understand.
Tell me about your old cat. Aren't they amazing?
At this stage, I sometimes look into her eyes and see the slight confusion and disorientation I noticed in my mother's eyes at the end of her life. I want to tell Edna that I understand.
Tell me about your old cat. Aren't they amazing?