Fading Hope

The vet said there’s still hope, yet I could see it in his eyes…beginning a new treatment plan is likely not too wise.

 

But how can I be certain when the time to stop has come? Is everything now futile? Am I just naive, plain dumb?

 

I’ll make the right decision, after all it’s life or death…even if I remain hopeful up to your last fading breath.

 

Yes, maybe I’ll try anything, leave no stone left unturned…I’ll go broke in the process, blow the life savings I’ve earned. 

 

This indecisiveness is surely not what I had planned…and if you tell me ‘it’s just a cat’ you just don’t understand!