Furball
Every ounce of puke does serve
Reminder of the fact that Death draw near
And lack of money we have got
To make it any easier
And all the days I took advantage of
You being on the couch when I woke up
There are few things I love. A stuffed animal which I've had for practically my whole life; my family, friends, and the comforts of post-industrialized living.
And, of course, my cat. My 21 year old cat. To list what isn't wrong with her would be quicker than listing what is. The day haunts me when Mary (anonymous name) began bleeding from her anus, and meowing and crying. That was the day when we started considering euthanasia. But many places cost ridiculous quantities of money that we had no the financial stability to afford, or they didn't allow us to see her.
That cat has been with me for my entire life and was meowing years before my birth, as well. But I look through photos from years back and the more recent the photo, the skinnier Mary looked. She's lost nearly 10 pounds now.
Mary still sleeps, and meows, and eats. But puke has become a more reoccurring sight and she needs aid to get down from the couch. Recently Mary has failed to jump on the couch, as her hips are old and out of shape. For now, she seems well as she can be.
As I write this, she is peacefully bathing herself while resting curled up on the couch.
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Summary of Freshman Year
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