A long day, indeed.
A painful one.
Watching as the tiny cat known as Puff Daddy suffered through the hours.
She is so very thin.
If only she would eat, or at least drink water.
I found her under the rocking chair, in the bedroom.
Maybe if I brought her water bowl to her… just maybe.
She glanced at it and turned away.
I put my hand in the water and raised it to her mouth.
She drank a tiny bit.
Later, I saw her drinking a little more water.
She is sleeping now.
She won’t eat.
I don’t know how long she will be with us, but for now, she is still here.
So tiny, so thin, so weak.
I am crying again.
A tiny cat, weighing no more than 5 lbs has captured my unconditional love.
Hang in there, Puff.
I need you in my life, you bossy little goof.