Lyra, the bad news.

I got the message from the vet today. Lyra's kidneys are failing. There's really nothing to be done. I have to have her put down and its a question of when. This is a lot harder because it came a lot faster than SaraBelle's death, and when it came time to put down SaraBelle it was a much easier since there was nothing much left of 'SaraBelle'. Lyra is still somewhat 'there', just exhausted and run-down looking.

She's my first kitty. She's my tripod, my white fuzzy meatloaf, my precious little Lyra, my curmudgeon, my factory reject kitty, my bestest kitty.

She isn't gone yet, and I already miss her.