“Okay, on the count of three: one, two, three.” We pushed, debris rained off the log before it budged enough for us to see her. Her normally thick, sleek fur was matted and falling out in places; her skin clung to bone instead of muscle.
What happened to you? I asked choking back tears.
The cat tried to lift her head, but she was too weak. Instead, she turned it enough that our eyes met and she began to purr. Nothing has happened except the passing of time, young one; it happens to us all no matter what species we are, a comforting paw touched my hand. I glanced away, tears falling to the ground. Don’t be sad for me; I’m going to continue my journey with the ancestors. But before I do, I need to talk to you one more time. She paused, her breathing labored.