Today, I brought Whisper back from the vet for the last time. She was my sweetest baby, so kind and generous she suffered even me with all grace.

Whisper hated it when I’d cry, and she’d come running when she heard my sobs, to give me headbutts and purrs until the tears dried up. So as I kissed her sweet head one last time I promised I wouldn’t. It’s not a promise I’ve fully kept.

Kidney failure is not always a death sentence with cats but my girl was 16/17 years old and struggling with a thyroid condition that left her the barest of bones. It hurt just to touch her, she was so thin up until the last her energy was high though, so I thought we’d get another 4 or 5 years together at least. All of that considered, when one day her health nose dived and the vet said she thought it was the kidneys – it was time to let her go on as high a note as I could manage.

I was already trying to move. Backwards or forwards or sideways but I’ve got to move. Again. This will be the 3rd time in as many years. I am so tired. If things where a little more stable in the world I might throw out more and chance having to buy it all again bit by bit but, you can’t even count on being able to afford IKEA in a week.

Georgia has not been good to me and with Whisper’s passing I can’t help but feel like yet another anchor has been severed here. Time to go.