Merlin

My cat is dying.

I make jokes about it and laugh about how he’s acting and how spoiled he is because I cook him food three times a day and bring it to him and feed him by hand, but it doesn’t change the one essential fact.

My cat is dying.

Merlin is a good cat. A handsome boy. A rabid Stephen King-like creation at the vet and a total mushball at home. He chose me to take care of him and I’ve done the best I can. But now…

My cat is dying.

And my heart is waiting to break.