Midget was never too far away, she would end up in my car, and follow me everywhere, she would sneak under the covers at night and ensure she had the best place in the bed.
We all joked how her lives were running out, but I didn't expect them to run out just yet. Last week she was hit by a car on the road outside our property, broken hips again, and emergency surgery was performed. The op was a success, however, she had changed, she seemed to not recognise me, or the fact the legs belonged to her. She refused to move, and had developed a twitch.
The vets told me what I dreaded that the car had hit her head as well, and she had swelling on the brain. He said there was little hope for improvement, but as I clung to my cat in the vets I asked him to try, I wasnt ready to say goodbye.
He packed me off home with meds, and told me to try, I had faith that she could get better, she had every other time. As I lay on the sofa with her, she had given up, she would not even lift her head, or acknowledge I was there. I still wanted to try, I googled treatments, and told her that she could fight this, and be a unique cat.
That night I placed her in her bed, kissed her goodnight... little did I know that would be the last time I did that. An hour later I went to check on her, she had gone... she had decided that she didn't want to fight..... I picked her up wrapped in her blanket, and sat with her. I didn't want to admit she was gone, I couldn't believe my beautiful cat had given up.....