My poor kitty girl, Emily, is really sick. Mom took her to the vet's a couple of weeks ago, and the vet that the blood tests are showing that she has liver cancer. And even when the vet called the 29th of February told Mom that Emily wouldn't make it that night. So Mom decided that she wanted to bring Emily home to die. I went with Mom to the vet's to pick up Emily. When we got there, I gave the assisstant the box so she could just put Emily in it, and a few minutes later, the assisstant came back w/ a very hazy eyed Emily. And some of her fur from her front leg had been shaved off so they could put an IV in her, and I assume they drugged her or gave her something to make the process go smoother. There were a lot of dogs in the waiting room, so she taking quick peeks, and then I turned the box around so she can see who had her which is how I knew she was hazy eyed. She blinked at me like she was thinking that I know you. It was a great feeling to be recongized and realizing that you are your cats savior/rescuer/whatever you want to call it. So we took Emily home.

At first, Emily wouldn't eat anything because there's something wrong w/ her teeth so she can't eat. Then I had this thought what can Emily lick that still called food? I contemplated for awhile, and Mom came to this thought herself about Emily eating baby food. So Mom called Tara, my sister, at work and asked her if she could buy some on her way back from work. When Tara came home, she gave Emily some baby food (Boy that stuff smells disgusting at first!). She ate the whole thing, but then when she laid down you could tell that she was really full. You could really read her mind: I can't believe I ate the whole thing.

And because Mom wants someone to watch Emily at all times and I had the least amount on my plate, she picked me to watch her. So I've been sleeping downstairs in the living room for almost two whole weeks. Emily's hung on that long. I've gotten use to the floor. I've had the heating pad for my back purposes. (Stupid weather!) I've been whipping through books and zooming on the internet when I haven't been doing homework. It's okay though because she'd look for me in any case. There's no doubt in any one's mind that she wants me and no one else even when I have to take a bathroom break. But despite all that, my wish is that she'll die in her sleep, but I fear that she'll die in her sleep when I'm sleeping.

Edit: Well, Emily did die in her sleep, and she did die when I was sleeping. I knew it was going to happen, but what could I have done? Emily passed away March 18, 2008 between the hours of 3:30AM and 5:30AM. I woke up at 3:30 and saw that she was still sleeping.