Poor Shaun.

Poor Shaun.

Sindar cries - he comes upstairs to quiet and comfort her so I can work.

Cubba cries - he go downstairs to check on the pup.

Rinse and repeat all day and sometimes at night, too. We've been more heavy-handed on the drugs for Sindar at night so she'll sleep and we can, too.

Sindar has an appointment Tuesday and we're pretty sure it's going to be her last one. 😭 She's been on an arthritis pain injection for over 2 months now. It might be helping, but her little feet are starting to deform and her legs go janky when she walks and her little joints click. I think because of those things her "steering" is off and she's not doing as well navigating the room as she used to with no vision. While she is otherwise healthy it just doesn't seem like a good way to live. We're in agreement that we'd rather let her go while she's ok-ish than to put her through anything worse.

It's been a bit of a hard time around here and I feel kind of tired on the inside. While things have calmed some as far as not having many of our cats sick at once, it's still never easy to have these end-of-life conversations and thoughts. 😢