And still she purrs

She's eating very little, and isn't much interested in playing. But she still purrs when she snuggles up to me in the morning. She purrs when she sits on my lap. She purrs when I scratch under her chin, usually.

Life is not what it was for her. But, today, I think it is still good enough.

I hope I will be brave enough to recognize when that will no longer be true.