Learn from your cat. She is teaching you how to die.

Some day you’ll be a drooling vegetable in a nursing home, probably
alone and friendless except for the paid attendant who changes your diapers.

Or maybe you won’t be friendless. But maybe when you’ve reached your
dotage, the laws and medical ethics will have changed, and your friend
will be faced with the same decision regarding you that you now have
with your cat.

Walter M. Miller Jr. wrote an excellent argument covering your exact
situation in his book "A Canticle for Leibowitz". To briefly recap: One
of the characters had an injured, dying cat. He decided to put it out
of its misery, but the cat did not concur with his decision. He ended
up shooting his cat several times as it crawled away trying to escape
him. You can imagine the mental trauma, both for him and the cat, and
yet if he’d killed the cat more efficiently, he wouldn’t have had to
question his motivation in killing it. Whose suffering was he trying to
end?

Don’t kill your cat, let her suffer. She can handle it. You can handle
it too.

Fiat Voluntas Tua

David S. wrote:
Can't sleep anyway.