24. "Change of Plans"

[Note: This post was originally posted on NaNoPubYe.org 's blog site,
then moved to this site on 8/7/2005.]

I planned something totally different for this entry, and had it at least half way written, when I just couldn't go any further. Those words will keep 'til another day.

My dear feline friend, Samantha, climbed up onto my desk and sat looking at me very intently. She wanted me to understand something and I wasn't getting it. I could sense she was upset and not feeling well, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Then I noticed her right front leg shaking, but she didn't limp. I also noticed that she had pulled out a huge patch of fur from her right shoulder. Being a super-long haired Himalayan with thick Persian-Angora fur, I had to really search for that patch, even though it was a couple of inches in diameter.

Then her right front leg shook again. I gently cupped it in my hand and she cried -- the cry of "Yes, Nan, that's it. Please help me with it. Please." My heart broke. She has endured so much in her life. I'm usually faster at picking-up what's going on with her.

I tried to continue writing the blog entry that I planned, but I just couldn't. Too sad. Too tired. Too late. I suddenly felt overwhelmed and let the tears roll down my cheeks. Need to get a little rest, until it's time to take Samantha to the vet. She'll lay beside me and, in spite of how she feels, purr me to sleep and accompany me through my dreams until it's time to wake up.

We will pray that the vet will know what to do.

Take care, my friends...and write on.
~Nanette

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