The Skeletal Cat

A long time ago in a decade far far away an adorable kitten was born. By a beautiful twist of fate, that kitten found her way into my home when I was just a year old. That was 19 years ago. When I was about 14, I began to distance myself from her because I thought she was going to die, and I didn't want to get all chocked up about it. I couldn't have been more wrong. Ginger is still alive, and almost 19. Which, in case you didn't know, it extremely ancient for a cat. Sadly, I probably would have liked it better if she had died a few years ago. Death I could have dealt with. Instead, my beloved cat has turned into nothing but fur and bones. She's so skinny!!! You can see the outline of her entire skeleton. And her fur, instead of being long and luxurious has become matted and grey. I can't really handle it. I've been trying to avoid her like the plague, but sadly it seems I cannot. In fact, the poor pathetic thing is sitting in my lap right now. She hardly weighs anything and could possibly drop dead at any moment. Watching something I love die up close is not o.k. with me. I don't handle dying or dead things very well. I miss my fat, purring kitty!!! Though I still love Ginger... ugh what can I say... she creeps me out. I think I'll remember her as the fat happy playful cat she was throughout my childhood.