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.

Lorraine 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.