My sweet little girl was diagnosed with cancer on Monday and I’m preparing to say goodbye, although I don’t know if I can. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. She’s been the highlight of this tragic year of mine, always the softest fur to pat and a warm belly to cuddle when I’m sad. I’m trying to spend her last few days together as much as possible, even though it hurts a lot to know that there isn’t that much time. I know, she’s just a cat and these things happen, but she’s always been so important to me. When I’ve struggled, I’ve always felt comforted knowing she’s with me. Purring contently, chirping for more food, or pushing my phone out my hands so she can settle in my lap. I know that she sits at the end of my bed while waiting for me to feed her. Slaps me on the face when I’m not quick enough to wake up. And I’ll miss it all so much.

She’s the sweetest, and I look at her again and suddenly I’m not sure if I can do this. How can I possibly leave her when she’s so cute? I’m not ready, merely clinging on to her little toe beans while she purrs against me. But soon I will have to say goodbye, I know this.

So, please enjoy some photos of my cat in the post below, and know that she has been very loved. Always.

(I must now go sob at her)