Within Without You.
I never thought that I would wish Miesha's heart to be the end of the story.
I spent my lunch hour wiping puss and blood from my cat's right eye. He has very suddenly developed a bone tumor on his cheekbone. His face is skeletal on one side, monstrous on the other. He's losing fur and crying blood.
The fucked up part is that other than his face, he seems to be healthy. He has been eating, scamming for treats, walking and jumping, and actually gaining weight. But he's slower, and his fur is greasy, and sometimes he meows in this way that makes me feel like he is asking for something even he can't understand.
I never thought I would have to look into the eyes of the monster that is killing my cat, that I would have to remember to love him, while hating the poison that I see beneath the surface of his skin.
I don't want him to inch deeper and deeper in misery.
I'm taking the day off of work tomorrow to put my kitten to sleep.
I've had him since I was 13. I turn 28 this Sunday.