AWWW...Sweet Baby

I have never seen a kitty like her before, big, white padded paws, look like little mitts, or hands. So gentle, she would reach out and touch your cheek. Her furry, fluffy gray and white mass would comfort you when she would plop down next to you, or right on top of you. Just the greatest, sweetest, most gentle cat I have ever known. Well now, out of no where poor sweet baby is sick, isn't breathing right. Trying to pray for her, hope for her- she is so wonderful, that you don't want to let her go. The oddest part is she is not acting like a sick cat, she is in the window, climbing on the table, and just pretty much being herself. I think that is part of what makes this whole thing harder. I can't fathom her being gone, at the same time, I can't see her struggling with the pain either. It's not fair, and it doesn't make sense. And, it just makes you stop and realize alot of what happens, fair or not, doesn't make sense. And that you just have to keep on dealing. With the weight of life, the knots that form in your neck, the aches that build from a hard knock life, or time spent in regret and what ifs. I know, it is not supposed to be easy, if it were, would we appreciate anything. We have to trust, and have faith, belief that there is a reason for all that happens, whether we like what is happening or not. I don't know...