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Queen Mum
N.E.R.D.
Here in my lap sits one very sick little kitty. Not Jacket, but another little cat that is sick. His eyes are all pussy and he is bone thin. He's dying for sure. He was being eaten alive by flies and sitting so quietly in the sun. I just couldn't watch him suffering any longer. So I gave him a bath and a shot of Pen G. Some medicine for his eyes and some fluids. He's on my lap right now, wrapped in a towel. In between naps, he looks silently up and me as if to see if I am really still here. I give him a few drops of goats milk to keep fluids going in. I rub his ears and chin which he likes and he goes back to sleep. I don't think he is going to make it, but there isn't much else I can do but make him comfortable until he passes from this world. I've sprayed him to keep the flies at bay and the fleas away. I'll bundle him up and put him in a quiet place for the night. If he's alive in the morning the worst will be past. If not, he will have not passed in as much misery as he would have had I just walked on by.