More than I needed
mood: 
okay
okayFourteen years ago my sister bought a kitten from a friend. Named Tabby, she was always kind of timid due to the aggressiveness of Sooty, one of our older cats. Since Sooty died however Tabby became a bit friendlier and certainly (after a iffy start) gets along with Sybil, our newest cat, fine. Old age has caught Tabby up quite a bit however and she now basically lives in my room.
Literally.
Anyone who comes to visit is aware that she eats, sleeps and shits in my room. She has had blood in her poo numerous times and I'm all to aware that "her end is in sight."
However last night really shook me up. Coming back to my room from dinner she was sitting happily by the computer. Moving my mouse I felt it slid through some sort of liquid and upon looking down found I had put it through a sizeable amount of blood.
Cleaning it up and getting as close as she would let me to her mouth, I realised she was coughing it up. When a cat her age starts coughing blood, you certainly fear the worse.
We quickly got her to the nearest vets so they could have a look at her, slicing half my arm up in the process. As I said, she lives in my room. She hasn't seen downstairs in years, let alone outside.
It turned out she had built up quite a pit of plack (I'm talking, the size of a tooth), which was cutting into the top of her mouth when she bit down, causing the blood.
She’s got tablets to clear up the infection, the bleeding has stopped and she seems happy enough, but the whole ordeal really left me quite shaken.
Unaware of what was causing the blood (you try opening a cats mouth...) and old age in the back of your mind, it felt like one of those trips to the vets that you come back from an animal lighter.
I know she’s old, and she wont last forever, but I've become really attached to her over the past year or so that she’s spent in my bedroom.
If she’s going to go out, I want it to be in her sleep. Not like that...
