My Cat

She was a tabby and well over 10. We knew when she had become old when she bled into her right eye. She kept the sight in her left eye. High blood pressure. Every month or so she went back to the vet to have her blood pressure taken. We changed vets because the old one didn’t do that. Pills every day. She had mini-strokes. She would be sleepy for a few days and then recover. Over time you knew she wasn’t doing well. If you were not in her line of sight she would meow, calling out for you. It was only when you touched her or picked her up she stopped. We had to wash her because she stopped cleaning herself. We carried her up and down the stairs. She died at the vets. I sat there well after she had stopped breathing and just kept patting her. The vet kindly left us alone.