Lucy, struggling

I was stooped over, peering into the fridge this morning looking about unable to find what I was looking for. Then it dawned on me that I did not remember what I was searching for. I stood up, looked about the kitchen, and then down at the floor and saw Lucy our cat bumping into my feet. Ah yes, Lucy needs food. Another scan of the shelves in the refrigerator and I spot her can of food. After spooning out a bit of food, I pick up Lucy and point her nose at the food and she begins eating.

After 20 plus years Lucy can no longer see very well, if at all. We have had to confine her to the kitchen because she was getting boxed in places, bumping into things, and tangled up underfoot. Not to mention hitting the correct spot in, um, eliminating was not very good either. Add this to her near total hearing loss, renal failure (her food is prescription only), back legs not working so hot, and weight of about 4 pounds, and there is not much of her left to go wrong. She has an awkward sleeping position as well, much like an upright fetal crouch of some sort. It is difficult for her to be comfortable.

On the other hand, she eats with energy, looks alert - her nose is in the air sniffing much of the time, and does not appear to be in pain. She asks to be fed often.

Personally I think Lucy is still with us because she wants to be. She hasn't decided to quit yet. There is something about our family she holds on to. All of our kids have not known a day of their life without her. Its been a long road for Lucy, and she still walks on, mainly bumping into stuff now.

Before I could begin this entry, I had to find my reading glasses, 150's now and probably on my way to 175's, and my right elbow and forearm is aching from keyboard usage most of the day.