|She's imaging my grave...|
We don't know when the end will come. All we can do is pet her and not curse at her when she curls up in a ball between our heads at night so that we roll over into a face full of fur at 1am. She's happy and not in pain, maybe she'll beat the odds for a bit longer.
I hope so.
* This is the Highlander, fyi.
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