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Thank you to everyone who has replied so far (and anyone who does so in the future!) to either of the posts about Babe from yesterday. I may try to reply to each of you, and I may not. Right now I just want to stare and cry a little, both touched and still hurting, so for now...I wanted to acknowledge how much your kindness and your words mean, but one post for everyone is about what I can manage as yet.
The photos from Sunday where I'm holding her show the tail-tip I used to tease at also. This pleases me.
I came down this morning knowing she wouldn't be here, but being greeted by the sound of a jingle-ball and a thudding Apple is not the same as coming downstairs and seeing Babe, ensconced in the blankets, raise her head and look my way. (Before I got up, I imagined that scenario and walked over and petted her in my mind. Maybe, somewhere, she knew and appreciated it. I hope so.)
I was surprised, doing the second photo last night, how good she looked as recently as mid-September or even last week. She really did go downhill quite a bit the last few days (although I was not choosing photos that showed that more than I had to, I admit). It was the right decision, if maybe not the perfect timing, then close. (The vet originally offered an afternoon appointment, and I asked if we could do morning so I wouldn't have to leave her alone all day. In retrospect, I should have taken it - left Scott with her - gone to work and grabbed my laptop and come home - and worked from home next to the cat all day, petting and coddling her. Then again, if I'd done that and she'd been miserable by afternoon, I'd've felt awful. There's really no way to know. Still...I could have had her beside me for a few hours longer, that way.)
As an aside, I love this icon for these posts. Black and white, like her, and a big ol' kitty hug. Seems appropriate for the snuggle-Babe.
The photos from Sunday where I'm holding her show the tail-tip I used to tease at also. This pleases me.
I came down this morning knowing she wouldn't be here, but being greeted by the sound of a jingle-ball and a thudding Apple is not the same as coming downstairs and seeing Babe, ensconced in the blankets, raise her head and look my way. (Before I got up, I imagined that scenario and walked over and petted her in my mind. Maybe, somewhere, she knew and appreciated it. I hope so.)
I was surprised, doing the second photo last night, how good she looked as recently as mid-September or even last week. She really did go downhill quite a bit the last few days (although I was not choosing photos that showed that more than I had to, I admit). It was the right decision, if maybe not the perfect timing, then close. (The vet originally offered an afternoon appointment, and I asked if we could do morning so I wouldn't have to leave her alone all day. In retrospect, I should have taken it - left Scott with her - gone to work and grabbed my laptop and come home - and worked from home next to the cat all day, petting and coddling her. Then again, if I'd done that and she'd been miserable by afternoon, I'd've felt awful. There's really no way to know. Still...I could have had her beside me for a few hours longer, that way.)
As an aside, I love this icon for these posts. Black and white, like her, and a big ol' kitty hug. Seems appropriate for the snuggle-Babe.
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