So, on Thursday, I took my cat in to the vet because I could tell something was wrong. She was behaving very differently; drinking more water, and often sitting in the middle of the room, meowing randomly - seemingly at nothing and no one. Over the past few months as well she'd developed a raspy meow and frequent sneezing. I read that these were sign of health conditions, so I took her in. They did some bloodwork...

She was diabetic...

I knew that this was the end off the bat... Even if I could've afforded the insulin she'd have needed, she never would've been happy with the treatment; she hated being held or manhandled in any way. Besides, I didn't feel that being diabetic was any way for a cat to live... So, I made a choice...

I had to take the night to come to terms with the fact she's gone. Sleep didn't come easily... Sleeping without her beside me, and waking up without her by my feet was... Just so alien to me.

I'm going to miss her terribly... She may have drove me nuts sometimes, but I still loved her...

Rest in peace, Nephthys.