It's that time again. Time for everything to go wrong in my life, affecting my ability to write, draw and just be productive. I wish this didn't happen so often.
Friday we took out 13 year old black mixed breed, Sabbath, to the vet because she, like her father when he was this age, has lost weight. The vet noticed some yellow discoloration near her ears and ordered some tests. It turns out Sabbath has a failing liver, which is why she lost it so fast. We are spending one last weekend with her before we put her to sleep.
I don't want to lose her. She's my best buddy, and probably the most unique cat we've ever had. Right now, she's camping in the bathroom, listening to music and generally getting away from everyone. She still accepts cuddles and pets, though, but is just not feeling well enough to be out with us.
Sabbath, as some of you may know, is Ash's biological daughter. Ash died about two years ago from an unknown cause, having lost quite a bit of weight himself. We were unable to get him treatment due to a snowstorm, and it took him a week to die. In the end, he lost his eyesight, his strength, and eventually his life. We don't want Sabbath to go through with that.
Sabbath is being very brave, though. When the vet came into the room, Sabbath snuggled up to her and tried to get cuddles. She wasn't fazed by the barking in the waiting room, and wasn't afraid of the hospital. She didn't like the car ride, but part of it was not liking being in the pet carrier.
Right now, I don't really feel up to writing. I was in the middle of painting another picture, but again, I don't feel up to finishing it at the moment. So for now, my account is on hiatus. Hopefully what few readers I have will understand.