is not doing too well.
you know milo…
the camping cat.
milo the yard manager.
she’s been on this blog many times.
she’s even covered for me on a post or two.
milo is 16…or maybe even 17.
what’s that in cat years?
she’s had a long & happy life.
climbing up the side of the house to sit on the roof.
chasing squirrels, lizards, birds, moles, snakes…
and lazing around.
she has cancer.
she hasn’t eaten in days. barely drinking.
she’s getting weaker…but hanging in there.
not ready to let go.
she’s not in pain…or complaining.
all she asks is that when we’re home,
we don’t do anything else except hold her.
and so we oblige.
carrying her around like the little baby she is to us.
look at that little sad face.
she’s a bit dazed & confused.
she doesn’t like it when you sit.
she wants to be walked around…or rocked.
so i’ll be getting pretty far behind in my blog reading…
just wanted you to know…i’m not ignoring you.
milo needs our time…and love…right now.
stay cool. be safe.
(i do have a friday’s fringe already scheduled for friday)