I've been hesitant to write about Speckles - I feel much like the boy
who cried "Wolf!!"  You'll tire of my purr-pleas if *this* keeps up.

Speck was very ill last week; a visit to the vet Wednesday seemed to
make it worse.  I didn't expect her to last through the weekend.
Thursday night she was so down I thought that if she were still
breathing Friday morning, I'd take her to the vet and let her go.
Friday morning, she was still alive - boy, was she alive!!  She dashed
to the litter box, jumped up on furniture, *ran* to another room!  She
ate breakfast!!  She ate and drank throughout the day - *without*
leaving a trail of vomit!!  She *meowed*, a sound I hadn't heard for
days!  She purred!  I could only stare in astonishment and think "What
the *hell*???"  How does a half-dead kitty *do* that in a matter of
hours?  She was fine throughout the weekend and is OK this morning.

It *had* to be the RPCA purrs.  No other logical explanation.

Speck told me quite forcefully that she isn't ready to go yet.  She
will do it on her own terms.  *She'll* let me know the where, when,
and how.  Not just yet.  She made that crystal clear.

Of course, I'm aware that this reprieve won't be permanent.  I'm not
kidding myself and don't harbor the illusion that she has a lot of
time left.  Not a 16-year-old kitty with hyperthyroidism, damaged
liver, kidney problems, furball-prone queasy stomach, and a heart
murmur.  But it's nice to feel the current euphoria!!!!

Thanks again for all the purrs and caring.

   Jeanne