masterfrederick

I sit here now with a cat in my lap. A cat who, as it happens, has been with my wife for 21 years. She has been through a lot in her time, and is going through renal failure. Right now, she is too weak to move, stricken with constipation and megacolon. We have given her two enemas today, with no result. She is, as far as I can tell, dying. I have her wrapped in a towel, in my lap, trying to comfort her, and not collapse into hysterics. And failing. I will hold her as long as it takes, to show her she is loved, and to be here for her. I'm begging her to hold on for her momma to come home, but it's so far from now. Lorelai, understand, please, that I understand you cannot come right home. Just like I wouldn't be able to. All the wishing in the world will do no good to make it so. Just know that I was here for her, in your place, and with all my being, I was showing her how much she is loved.



I don't know if I can do this. But I'll be damned if I won't try.