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I miss Sassy every single day. She was such a unique cat, and she was so attached to us at the end that we couldn't be in the house and not have her at our side.

But I hadn't cried in a few days, until last night. We brought home two new kitties. Who are terrified of us, the house, etc. We've barely seen them since we brought them home. It made me miss Sassafras all the more.

But I have no regrets about bringing the kitties home. I know in time they will get used to us and us to them, and we will all come to love each other. They won't be Sassy, but they will be themselves, and I'm sure they will be awesome.

Pictures in a day or two.

Sassy is making her last trip to the vet office at 12:30 today. But almost 24 hours ago she stopped eating at all. And about 4 hours ago she started vomiting. 3 times in the last 4 hours. I think we might wind up having to take her to the ER. Some miscommunication and then an inability on our part to bring ourselves to take her in with less than 10 minutes notice yesterday late afternoon led to our deciding to wait until the next available appointment - 12:30, today. And I was thinking it was a good decision when we headed to bed, because Sassy had come out from under the dresser and spent the entire evening with C and I on the couch. Something she hasn't done in days. It had been nice to have things the way they used to be. And then when we went to bed at 10, she came with us. And I was thinking how happy I was we all got to have one last night together, because the last two/three nights had been really rough and C and I are only both home at night on weekends. But then at one am she started with the vomiting.

And now I'm worried that 12:30 is far too far away. 8 more hours from now. I guess I will have to see what the next couple hours bring. It is possible, I suppose, she tried to eat or drink something while we were sleeping and that is what set off the vomiting.

I don't know why I'm telling all of you all of this. I guess because it is 4 am, and I have no one to talk to, and this entire week I've gotten progressively less and less sleep. I think on Monday I got 6 hours and it has all be down hill since then, last night was like 4 hours. Tonight only about 2.

ETA: She stopped vomiting after this post and has since been laying quietly/sleeping on the bed by my pillow. The vet office also called and they are able to bump us up to 11am. A couple more hours and we will be on our way. I've spent most of the last two days crying, but I know without any doubt we are doing the right thing, and have done the right thing since her diagnosis, which was, unbelievably, less than 2 weeks ago.

In the last 24 hours Sassy has taken a real downturn. She is barely eating (although she spent 20 minutes with me outside today and nibbled a bit of grass). She isn't playing. She isn't cleaning herself. Not going to the bathroom much And most troublesome and the sign all cat-owners dread...she is spending 80%-90% of her day hiding away beneath a dresser she likes to be under.

Barring an emergency situation that would call for it to be done sooner, we will take her in tomorrow night after I get home from work. We'd have done it tonight, but C has to work. And we both want to be there if it is possible, but both agree that is it gets much worse, we will take her in on our own.

It is funny because I haven't told anyone in real life this yet. It is easier to acknowledge we are going to do this here than to say it out loud.

I'm just glad we got to have a few more good times together. Especially nice today to see her so happy to be outside when nothing seems to make her happy anymore. She ate a bit of grass, and then just sort of sat next to me in the sun while I pet her, occasionally head-butting my leg.