i've been having a really hard time comprehending the notion of time. one of my cats is sick and i took her to the vet yesterday. i had finally decided to change vets since our former one was out in vancouver and i haven't lived in the city for years. wow - and there it is again. time. i moved into this apartment 3 years ago. out of vancouver 6 years ago.
the vet asked me how old Cookie was. i did the math and was stunned. i guess i always knew but never really thought about it. my 2 other cats i took in while they were kittens. i know what day they were born. not Cookie tho. she was a stray headed for the chopping block. the vet guessed that she was about 7 at the time and no one wanted to adopt an old cat. that was 7 years ago. 14 cat years is approximately 85 human years. Cookie's a senior citizen.
i've got some perspective now and i'm worried.
fingers crossed.
where has all that time gone? when did my cat get old? when did i get so old?
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Cookie died yesterday of a bacterial infection and old age. She was 14 years old, rescued from a bad place and had silk for fur. Cookie had nightmares and would cry in her sleep. She wanted nothing more than to be loved and never felt like she was loved enough.
