It's been over a week since Sparkles died, and the orange cat doesn't have to share any of the sunlight or the food or the litter box. While she was sick, it was always a chore to clean up after her, but I knew one day I would be sad she wasn't … [Continue reading]
I miss the sound of her toenails on the kitchen floor. When I told Asher that this morning, he said, I actually don't. I sit down at my desk chair and look down to make sure I don't bump her, but she's not there. We watch a movie tonight and she … [Continue reading]
9:30p.m. Early this evening I sat down next to Sparkles where she was laying under the Christmas tree and washed her face for her, and her paws. I took a warm washrag and lightly stroked in the direction of her fur, then took a dry cloth and did the … [Continue reading]
12:00 noon. I slept for about three hours. Back up and I walk into the living room and to my office door and look at Sparkles, watch to see if she is still breathing. I can't tell. My eyes are so tired, I'm not sure about what I'm seeing. I kneel … [Continue reading]
8:30a.m. Dying takes concentration, like birthing. Sparkles is very still, very focused. Her left paw and shoulder reach out and I lie next to her for a long while, holding her paw, feeling the sudden jerks in her body that started at dawn. Asher … [Continue reading]
