Minnie continues her peaceful but steady decline, eating little, moving little, and sleeping constantly. In the daylight, she moves out to the front garden near the space under the porch. She returns to the patio at night and sleeps in the cat house.
She can barely keep her eyes open. She sits out and studies her world for much of the day and looks content and reflective. We’re sticking to our plan. She seems very much at peace.
Maybe she is suffering. maybe she’s scared of dying. maybe make her path to heaven a merciful one.
Maybe the moon is made out of green cheese, Susanne; I’m not a wizard, only a human. we do the best we can. I can’t know her path and don’t pretend to…