Melkster
Over the last month or so, Melky has started to slide a bit.
She’s 14 and a half years old and even though we believed that she’d be here forever...
...I left for a three-day trip wondering if she’d be here when I got back.
When I called home I pretended to be interested in all the daily news but couldn’t wait to ask about Melky.
“She’s lost a lot of weight and she’s struggling to sleep.”
Damn.
I don’t want her to suffer at all. I spent a few hours driving through Kansas and I have it plenty of thought.
If this is it...
...well, it would be horrible, but...
I got in the house around 10:00.
The Melkster was fast asleep. Which was a sign because she usually would jump straight up.
I shook her awake.
And that 3-second moment was great.
I could see how happy she was.
During the day on Friday, she followed me.
She ate a lot.
Hung out in the backyard with Miller and Paris.
“That’s so weird,” Sam said. “She doesn’t lift her head up when you’re gone. Now, she’s alive again.”
It was a good day.
We are all day-to-day.
Melky is running out of time, but she’s going to have a good day every day from here on out.
And steak.
She’s gonna’ have some steak between now and then.
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