I almost didn't come.
I kept saying to myself: but she's a cat! You are flying 2000 miles to see a cat!
And then trying not to cry.
My best friend Jason
put it this way:
If a friend of yours was dying, you would go to her side and be there for her...
...and your friend just happens to be a cat.
And he's right.
So I've been sitting with my friend all day, alternately petting her or watching as she politely and sluggishly walks a little distance away to throw up. She's been throwing up more and more frequently as the day goes on. I clean up after her, and then watch to see if she needs anything.
came by this morning to administer a subcutaneous dose of fluids. She showed me where to inject the needle, and how much to give her, in case Zoe needed another shot in the night.
And we wait.