So it's been a week since our prognosis changed from pneumonia to FIP.
As I sit and write, Zero is lazing on my lap. He is breathing heavy, but seems relaxed enough. I think the little guy is tired.
I'm torn by not knowing what to do and I wish he could tell me. I've tried asking him, sometimes he looks up at me and I can see that he is still there. Other times he looks at me as if the spirit inside him has left.
I don't want him to suffer or end up passing alone while we are not home, but I don't want to do anything preemptively.
His sister and him are curled up on my lap,
and a few minutes ago Hana crawled up to get a better position and sat right down on her brother. As if he wasn't there. Poor Zero. I quickly scootched her off and made sure he was not disrupted.
Last night, while talking with my husband in bed about what to do, after weeping while reading about other people's experiences with this disease, we had sort of come to a conclusion that we should let him go Monday night.
Right after saying this, Zero, who hasn't purred in almost a week or shown much contentment, began licking me all over. My hands, my arm, even my shirt. I'm not sure what he was trying to tell me, maybe just that he loved me and thanked me.
What do you think?
He keeps licking me as I write this... silly baby boy.