Death watch

I am sitting death watch with Minerva.

Minerva, in better days -- nearly a decade ago when she came into my life

She seems tired, but not in a lot of pain. Had she been in pain, I'd have taken her to the vet for the last injection by now. As it is, I am waiting and watching with her.

Now and then, she lifts her head and croaks to see if I'm there. I stroke her for a while, and she tries to purr. Then she rests. I sit while I can, but this death watch thing makes me restless. I seem to do more than my fair share of it, what with one thing and another. But I stay nearby and come when she calls, and pat her as I go about my quiet business.

I'm glad she's not in pain.