Sadie is not going to get better this time.

I'm already missing her. Wondering at each moment if this is the last time I see her greet me at the door, or squeak her toys, or beg for cat food...

I've known it for some time now, but haven't let my mind wander to that place. It's coming down to days left with her. At the end, when there's nothing left you can do, you can't hold on hard enough. You lose all friction and they keep slipping away.

In some ways it will be a mercy. That cruel backslash of release.


Just so those of you who care will not have to worry anymore, Sadie passed away while Mom and I comforted her. I'm glad she wasn't alone at the end.