Meet Jessica. Jessie is gone now, at the age of 15, from diabetes and kidney disease.
Even when she was a kitten, I knew Jessie would break my heart. And she did. And there have been so many others I've seen passing away, with me helpless to do anything. It's one of the curses of being longer lived than our animal companions.
The old ladies, Sandi, Alyn and Piccolo were the first, really. Then there was Alex, and Jennifer, and Harry O, and Starsky and other small kittens. And since Alan, Sandi and Piccolo's deaths, there has been Dax, Kira, Amanda, Jessie, and Garibaldi.
There are now only three. Delenn, Jean-Luc and Oliver remain, with Jean-Luc being the senior, and losing weight. At 14, that's a pitfall that age carries, and I know now that I can't afford a kidney transplant for him. but I will try like hell to do what I can afford to do.
Gotta go--talk later.
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