Freya the Catblog Cat is leaving earth

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Oh, this is hard, but the last place apart from Facebook she blogged is here and so I am passing the time writing where she blogged. 20 years old is a respectable age for any cat and so I cannot really complain, but here I am sitting and waiting for the end to come. A few days ago I noticed Freya seemed to have a bulge in the middle, then she just began to sleep more and look older -she has always looked as if she is still a kitten. Then she stopped eating. This morning a lovely vet came out. What a godsend I could call a mobile vet. She said there is nothing really to do because of Freya's age. Interventions might just be too stressful, but when I asked if it would be OK to wait for the end rather than putting her down, she said it was a personal choice and that Freya might be feeling discomfort but not pain. So I decided we would have this last few days together saying a proper goodbye. Just now she is drinking, but not eating, but seems comfortable on the bed. I carried her out for a walk several times today and we said goodbye to her favourite places God has used this cat to make me friends and I miss the days of our blogging. So many of us ended up here on a route via, I think, Bubblews, Persona Paper and other places. There was Debbie's Guiness, (Both in heaven now, and while Debbie was alive, her new cat Huckleberry kept us all amused,) and Bobbie's Morpheus, both still alive, Mildred the Cat (Linda's cat0 and several others. Freya was a ministry cat. Gill, a heroin addict found looking after her for me when I had to be away healing and she taught me about cats in return. Brenda, a lovely neighbour asked me to feed her cats and became a wonderful friend. When Brenda was in hospital once, I visited and she told me she felt the presence of Jesus when I came, then Serena, another neighbour grew to be Freya's other human as Freya sat on her bed night after night comforting her when her husband died and also later when she had a hip replacement. Elaine, and African lady understood when she stayed that a cat can be a good thing. Then during lockdown I had to look after grandson Noah and Freya was able to be his cat for a time, helping while he could not be with my daughter as she was ill. Then my daughter came to stay as well and started to love Freya. It was so amusing as she has never been and animal person, Now although not well at all, my daughter has a cat bringing her joy and comfort and Noah is taking care of the new pet - a black cat called Shadow, Let nobody say God does not use animals. And here I am watching as Freya sleeps peacefully on the bed but her life is ebbing away. She is still drinking, but too weak to stand and moving is hard. If I saw she was in pain I would call the vet back, but I think we are going to just see the end out in the next day or so. We are waiting for the end and that is hard. Of course, I am crying but grateful for this gentle ending. We have praise music playing which she seems to like, and I have put towels under a blanket on the bed for when we get to that stage. ....Oh this is so hard, but I have been so blessed to have this cat in my life and she is a great age.