Lately, Mom has been carrying home the scents of two new cats. There is the dusty-dusky dry cat whose scent reminds me of a desert at the violet moment of evening. The other cat smells like the sunlight glistening through dew drops on new grass.
She says that she carries home their scents because she is watching them whilst their family is away. She says it is a tag-team effort since another lady watches them, too. I wonder if that other lady has cats or dogs who smell her betrayal?
But Mom says that watching the one that smells of dry dirt in the gloaming is very important. She is elderly. She is dying.
She shares the affliction that Greta had; it is a slow regression into nothing. The failing of the organs and a decline from flesh into bone. Mom says the dry cat is so muched loved by her family and, while life must go on for them, they want their darling to be respected and comfortable. That is nice. They don't put her down because she is inconvenient. Still, hopefully they will know when she wants to leave and help her if her body will not willingly give her spirit peace.
She says that she carries home their scents because she is watching them whilst their family is away. She says it is a tag-team effort since another lady watches them, too. I wonder if that other lady has cats or dogs who smell her betrayal?
But Mom says that watching the one that smells of dry dirt in the gloaming is very important. She is elderly. She is dying.
She shares the affliction that Greta had; it is a slow regression into nothing. The failing of the organs and a decline from flesh into bone. Mom says the dry cat is so muched loved by her family and, while life must go on for them, they want their darling to be respected and comfortable. That is nice. They don't put her down because she is inconvenient. Still, hopefully they will know when she wants to leave and help her if her body will not willingly give her spirit peace.
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