Mom made a last decision last night. I felt badly for myself, but I felt badly for her too.
I wouldn't even lay on her chesticles while the light was on after we went to bed. I laid with my head at her waist because I didn't want to see that sneering Leopard by her head. Mom said I didn't even wait for the light to go out before I left. When mom turned the light back on, I was curled in a ball on the floor by the bed. That bothered her. She gave up then, & took Leopard off the bed and put him away.
She asked and asked; patted the bed and patted..but still I would not come. Finally I did, and saw Leopard was gone. But I got off the bed anyway. That left her with calling me over and over and patting the bed some more.... in the dark. I finally came up...laid there at her waist maybe half an hour. FINALLY I walked up and settled. Mom said thank you. I don't stay long, but I washed her face. I noticed she fell asleep instantly.
When she had to get up early to go the The Big City, she saw I was on the floor again. That made mom feel terrible.
Mom said since that fateful medication the last big Vet day, I just have not had my same personality. She can't blame theVet. Who knew I would have a reaction so severe. (I meowed it back then to you).
Here I am, being a good girl.