thanks again everyone.
the race home for dinner tonight was just as crazed, but much less joyful than usual. dw is really broken up about doodie. it's hard to see our cat who was once the tough guy, the matriarch of our pride reduced to her current self. she is/was a remarkable little being. the kind of cat even dog lovers would like. not aloof or snobby, ever, but playful and quick and powerful in a way that made you notice. she could make a face that let you know the game was on: her brilliant green eyes would sink deeply into her intimidating, furrowed brow, and her left paw would be as ready as a gunslinger's twitchy hand.
but the second you stopped playing, she would become a big lover.
she was affectionate at any time you asked, and a lot of times you didn't. she wasn't a normal cat by any means.
we weren't sure if she could get out of her bed tonight, but i found her in the kitchen by her water bowl. so i grabbed the bowl of tuna that dw put by her bed, and she had a little. that gave me a bit of encouragement that she may make it through tomorrow. i really hope she doesn't go on mother's day.
if she does make it to monday, i'll have to start thinking about playing god.
ok, well, thank you all. i can't say that enough. elfie's right.
when i get home tonight, i'm going to lay on the couch and put her on my chest, with her forehead tucked under my chin one last time.