Waiting to go to the Bridge

I am still here; its been a week since I have been to the vet. Mom is still force feeding me -(I HATE THAT), and I am drinking a little. I am getting an IV of saline to help with my dehydration.
I can't walk like I did before - but I did lay on Mom's lap while she gave me the IV like I used to do, with my paw on her arm. She made me a blankie (with my name on it) and packed a small tote bag with toys, treats and catnip for me and my sister, Market, who I know is waiting for me. She also wrote me a letter that I can only read when I get to the Bridge.
A friend on Mom's lost a cat six weeks ago-Mom helped to take care of all of Uncle Brad's cats. Sketch will be waiting for me, too, along with all of the shelter cats that Mom would tell us about.
I want Mom to be strong - I am only going to start my journey when I know that she will be all right.

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