Don't you wish your pets could talk to you? I wish Bailey could tell us what he feels or if he's enjoying his existence. Ever since he's been sick and started taking a pill every day, he's just not the same cat. We don't know him anymore.
He's skinny. He meows a lot. He hovers over us whenever we have food. He hangs out at the kitchen sink all the time. He never behaved like this before.
I don't know what he needs. If I wretched three or four times a day every day, my body would be sore. Does he feel like that?
Today he's looked into my eyes with his sweet green and amber eyes a couple times, as if trying to tell me something. What, Bailey? What are you trying to say? Do you think he knows we've been discussing the possibility that these could be his final days? He's lived a full life of almost 14 years.
Sometimes we feel sorry for him because he seems so pathetic and helpless. Other times he annoys us because we've just finished cleaning up mess #4 of the day, and this time it was on our bed...again.
We're not sure what to do. Sure wish he could talk...
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