As positive as life generally is right now, I'm dealing with a very sad reality at home.
Luna has been throwing up for about the last two days. Honestly I don't even know how many times at this point. I know she woke me up at least three times last night, and I was dragging ass today at work. She hasn't kept down food in two days either.
Of course she's being very needy and affectionate, which makes it all that much harder that I'm planning to put her out of her misery this weekend. I've always said that if she's sick more than she's well, it will be time. That has certainly been the case the last few weeks.
God knows I've been patient over the years. Thousands of dollars seeing vets, the destruction of all the carpet in my house... I'd like to think I was a good father t her. I'm glad that Stephanie is in Colorado with her own cat, because she loved Luna even more than I do. It's heartbreaking, and it sucks because it's nobody's fault. She just got a raw deal.
So I'm trying to keep her comfortable. While very sad, it'll be a relief when she's finally able to rest. And I'm thankful that I have the support to deal with it.