Kind of Sunday Scaries

 And it's not about the semi.  

I gave Precious some food tonight and she didn't want to eat it.  Then she sat there and wanted something else. I thought does she want some treats?  Dry food?  It was kind of panicking me that she would follow me from room to room and then sit there, not wanting to eat.  All I had for moist food was the stuff I got from Pet Supplies Plus. I pulled out some these Temptations spoons that had moist food and put one in a dish.  She ate all three and then she sat there.  I thought, maybe I should get some food.  I'm six blocks from the grocery store and getting a walk in is always a good thing.  Unless a semi comes down National Avenue.

When I came back, she was actually sleeping in a spot in my room where she normally eats, waiting for me.  It kind of broke my heart.  I got her some Friskies and tried to find some different varieties.  She seemed to be ok and eat some.  Then she walked off and went to her apartment.  Yes, she has her own apartment.  Go ahead and judge me.  She took a nap and then she seemed like she wasn't happy with the food I gave her.  

Because of what happened last year, my mind is racing.  I know.  She is 13 years old.  I understand that cats don't live forever.  I have been down that road.  I am just hoping she's a little anxious tonight.  Maybe it's just my over anxious mind going into overdrive.  

I understand how life goes when we have our cats and our dogs.  It's not fair.  

I couldn't do what the vet had wanted us to do.  Bring her in every 2 weeks and they would scrape her ear and make her cry.  Then I would do the same thing.  Plus give her shots 2 times a day.  The diet they give cats is horrible.  She was crying a lot and it was heart breaking.  

I knew maybe her life would be shortened if she didn't do the treatment but I think what type of life was she having?  It wasn't a very good one for that short period of time.

I love Precious. Have I said that lately?