I had invited two friends over for dinner. One of them is 73 and the other is 62. The younger one drives the other one around. The older one is something else. She never stops.
I had decided to invite them because I wanted a chance to talk with the older one, plus I knew she liked my husband - she actually loves all men. I also know she's sick. She had breast cancer many years ago, but it came back and this time went to her stomach. She's been sick, loss a lot of weight. She had multiple surgeries, complications but through it all she maintained her good spirits, never stopped cracking jokes nor stopped flirting. She's something else.
We talked about many different things, laughed a lot and enjoyed our time together. The older one has a gift. She sees things. Or maybe I should write she feels things. No matter what, she's something else.
She saw our cat. He went to her. She asked about his age, and pet him some. While the younger one and Hubby were talking together, she told me to prepare myself to mourn my kitty. She asked if I knew he had cancer. She told me a few time to be ready to let him go. She told me that I would know when it would be time.
A few weeks ago, while watching "We Bought A Zoo" I cried and asked Hubby if I would know when Tobi's time came. I don't want him to suffer (I"m hoping he's not suffering at the moment, he doesn't act like he is, but who knows, really). Hubby tried to reassure me by saying that I knew when it was time for our pooch, so I would know. I hope so.
While she was here, we also talked about her cancer. It has metastasize to her liver, bones, brain and spine. She also knows she'll be dying soon. She talked about it with such a calmness and peace it was nice to see. I respect her so much for her strength. She still goes dancing twice a week. She really is something else.
A few hours they left, I was sitting in the office, catching up on some blogs when I heard Tobi, our cat, sleeping behind me making strange noises. He came next to me and basically emptied himself. He hadn't done that in a long time. In the past after doing that, he would go back to his food and eat some. Hubby tried giving him treats and some of his favorite food, but Tobi didn't want anything. I have a feeling I will have to get ready faster than I thought. He will be 17 years old in a few days. He's constantly with me. He's my buddy, my companion.