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!
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Beth K (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem for my beloved cat, Princess, on July 15, 2023. While it seemed at the time any lifesaving efforts for her would be futile, she remains with me still today. She has improved slightly with each passing day. And each extra day I’ve had with her has been a great gift! I have learned through this that nothing done out of love could ever truly be in vain!
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This is quite sad.Cat lovers know how hard it is to see them suffer.Still there is always hope.Nice poem
You obviously trusted and believed that she would be healed
Thank you, my friend. While my sweet girl likely won’t be fully healed, I believe she has progressed from ‘dying’ to ‘chronically ill’ and hopefully I can manage her care and keep her comfortable for a while. Fortunately I’m a nurse, Lol! Hope your hubby is fully healed and good as new soon!!
~Beth
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