The waiting

Miss Kitty is home now. I got her yesterday morning from the vet. She looks bad, sounds bad, is bad. I think her time is near. She only wants to be outside, so she is in the front yard, close to the house. I can see her from the window. My dad's cat Minnie is sitting with her. I guess Minnie doesn't want her to be alone. I don't want her to be alone either, but I mostly want her to feel like she has a choice. Spending five days in a cage at the vet's office she didn't have much of a choice. If this is the end of her time with me then I want her to be able to choose where it ends, and if sitting outside in the grass and sunshine is it, then that is where she shall be.

And now the waiting.

Crap. I hate this.