The Last Day of Sable

After not leaving work until late because my boss wouldn't get back to me about what needed to be changed on a report (that turned out to be just one word in the end), I got home to find Sable in the cupboard. She hardly recognised me, but I got her out and gave her the evening pill. I took her to her food bowl and put some fresh food out but she wouldn't eat it and then went outside to sit in her little cardboard box by the back gate. I decided to leave her out there as it was a lovely, warm evening and she seemed comfortable. I watched Corrie and Eastenders and then I watched the last ever episode of Ashes to Ashes. It was really good, but a bit off the wall. Then I went to find Sable and she was underneath next door's gas meter. She was just kind of flopped there rather than sitting. I sat on the stairs and talked to her for a bit.
Then Chris came home at about 10.30pm and I was a bit angry that he was so drunk, because I wanted to spend time with him deciding what to do with Sable (if we were still going to put her to sleep tomorrow). He went and got Sable from outside and put her back in her cupboard and we agreed it was the right thing to do. But Sable obviously wanted to be outside. She went back outside and we found her by the back gate again. Chris brought her inside and then she went back outside. Chris sat outside watching his flowers and picking snails off them, and I asked him to keep an eye on Sable. He thought she'd come inside, but she hadn't so we had a search and he found her on the steps to the car park - it looked like she'd fallen down the stairs because she was so wobbly. When I got there she was up and moving around again, but was really disorientated so I picked her up and we put her back in Cat Death Corner. She was so unsteady that she couldn't even walk along the bedhead or turn around so she just flopped. After a while I decided to go to bed and she pretty much stayed there all night.

When I woke up, she was still there. I gave her the morning pills and she didn't even resist me in the slightest. I put her by her food and she wouldn't eat and she just wobbled back to Cat Death Corner. Chris and I both agreed that it was definitely time for her to go to sleep.

Chris phoned the vets and they could get us in at 1.50pm, but Chris had to go to work and asked if he could meet me there. I demanded that he came home and helped me get Sable to the vets as that would be the bit that I'd find the hardest. He agreed to come back and help.

So Chris went to work, Sable stayed in Cat Death Corner and I walked through the park to get the car tax renewed so that I didn't get a fine for that as well. I came back and fixed the car and then got ready for Chris to come home so that we could take Sable on that one last trip to Cross Street.