Not sure if it was the wisest thing I have ever done.
Maybe it was just plain selfish.
I stayed by her side for 3 days, in the bitter cold, brushing her and trying to get her to eat.
Each morning, I was amazed that she was still alive.
I had heard that cats have lived for several days, if they had water to drink.
But she wouldn’t drink.
So I forced it in her mouth.
She sleeps most of the time, and still won’t eat.
I guess I needed these few days with her, more than she needed them.
I put her on the couch with a blanket, trying to make her warm and comfortable.
She got up, sassed me, and went to another spot, without a blanket.
Even now she has a mind of her own.
I hope she is still with us tomorrow.
But only if that is what she wants.