I got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair
She hasn't much to hold onto
She keeping count on her hand one, two, three days
That I been sleeping on my side

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(cw: animal death mention, she's still alive though)

sasha is technically my roommates cat, but we've been inseparable ever since i moved in 4 years ago. she's a dilute tortie, attention demanding, and an absolute bastard--she's always been. i say this with the highest amount of love possible. her favorite place to lay is on me in the most inconvenient ways possible, and for as long as possible. sometimes its hard to hear the tv when she's purring so loud right in my face. i have the greatest source of comfort with her around, and she's really been my emotional support throughout everything.

she's also over 14 years old. while she has no intentions of slowing down, her body is starting to say otherwise. she's laying around more, sometimes needing help getting up to the food/water and litter box. she's eating less on her own, but thankfully will not turn down wet food. (especially not going for seconds or thirds with any other cat's food; it probably tastes better stolen.)

i know that she won't live forever, but its so hard to imagine life without her now. i keep taking pictures of her, recording her purring, sleeping, and as many moments as possible. i'm trying to make her life as easy and her last days (or years--who knows! she's definitely the type to stay alive out of pure spite) memorable and comfortable as i possibly can. i know that one day when her time comes for that rainbow bridge, she'll pick a fight with at least 3 other animals on her way out and win.

until then, i'm going to make sure she knows she's loved throughout it all, just maybe less ferociously than her way of saying she loves me.