Oliver is not the cat he was, he is now a shadow of his former self. He is so thin and frail, honestly he is almost unrecognisable. His appetite fluctuates, some days he eats well other days he eats very little at all. Yesterday he ate 2 sachets and a handful of dreamies - today he doesn't fancy them. There is nothing I can do other than go with it and buy bits and treats to help tempt his fading appetite. He's loved the warm sun of the last weeks, but the forecast for next week is more Wintry than Springlike so I hope he stays indoors.
It's not yet a year since we lost Billy and we also lost Tia in September, sadly I can see the same pattern now with Oliver. Hand on heart I can't see he'll make the Summer ... Bless you Oliver - That big beautiful cat is such a frail old man now, ever day with good quality of life will be precious.
Maybe my emotional state is down to the usual, predictable and frustrating fatigue. I'm not afraid to admit here that I'm struggling today and almost fell asleep at the table whist out on pre mothers day lunch with my parents. These days I'm not use to people asking or noticing really, which is fine, but today my mother noticed .. as a mother would I guess. I try to hide it, I'm always "fine" but even through the make up today I couldn't hide the exhaustion. I've also been considering my hair colour may not help. Over the last year I've been colouring it as close as I could to my natural colour, my logic being that when my roots came through it was less noticeable. It made great sense until I realised how grey my roots where. Since my SAH I have days when my pale skin is whiter than white and this morning I looked like Caspar with a wig so I've come to the conclusion that maybe I should go back to blonde hair. Make sense?
