Feeling Helpless

I’ve been meaning to post but I’ve had so much going on that I haven’t managed to get back into the swing of it.  I really shouldn’t take the time with my final paper to write.  But I’ve been sad this week over my sick kitty. I’ve had to watch her crouched with a look of suffering and sometimes, like this morning, drool coming from her mouth.  I’m afraid the antibiotic we’re giving her is not working and that at the vet tomorrow morning we’ll be faced with a decision we dread.  I’m not ready to say good-bye to Tao, but I can’t bear to see her suffer.  We have three other kitties to love, but each one is special.  My grandmother is quoted as saying that she would never get another animal when hers died, because it was too painful to lose them.  She always did get another of course.