#tgs challenges

credits to ascendio @ TGS

“I wish I didn’t have to do this, Crookshanks,” she says to me, like she does every evening before pushing foul-tasting and worse-smelling liquid in my throat and making me swallow it. As I’ve gotten better at shaking my head and spitting it out, she’s gotten better at holding my mouth closed, rubbing my throat and making me swallow it. I don’t think it’s worth it any more.

When she first started doing this, it made me feel better, but now it doesn’t help as much. I feel like I did before; my legs hurt and it’s hard to move. I can’t jump well anymore. She makes sure that I have an easy climb onto the bed, even though he doesn’t like me on the bed. But even climbing the steps to the bed is too much anymore. Breathing is difficult and my breath comes all creaky if I try to move too fast. My stomach gets upset if I eat too much or too fast.

I feel the salty water from her eyes drip on me as she lowers her head to mine.