My mother's poor cat is dying.

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I called my mother today and she told me. It's very upsetting. My mother adores her cat--she's a pure-bred Siamese and is very sweet, a really affectionate cat. She has congenital kidney problems (a common Siamese problem--I always think it's better to adopt mutts) and my mother is injecting her with fluid to keep her alive for the next month or so. She has less than two months. My mother is terribly upset. I started crying, talking to her on the phone. I just wanted to hug her, or fly home to be with her. The kitty is pretty young--I actually found her on the Internet way back in '98 when she was a kitten. My mother and I have been spoiled because my childhood cat, T.C., lived to be 19 years old. (He died in late '97. T.C. was the shit, yo.)

I just feel really bad for my mom. And I'm hugging my Tatiana right now. These sweet, fragile, loving creatures--where would we be without the animals in our lives? I adore my Tatiana--I would be heartbroken if she died.