She turned 10 on March 8th, I'm considering every day extra as a gift - borrowed time. While she doesn't seem old, or behave maturly at all, she probably hasn't got long. Cleo was at the doctor today, for surgery (again). It has been some time since last, but again they removed some kind of bump that I found when scratching her tummy (which she loves a lot). She's out of surgery now, still a little confused from the haze of drugs, but she's getting better. I bet she'll be her usual self by tonight - at least by tomorrow morning!
I can't believe how grateful I am for having "grown up" alongside such a beautiful person as Cleo. It seems surreal that she - like everyone - will be gone one day. But I'll remember her forever, and I wont start grieving until she's gone, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm thrilled and happy as long as she's still alive. Every day is a gift, that is why it is called the present.