I almost never dream of food. The bottom of a crockpot with already cooked spaghetti noodles, pour in one large can of whole peeled tomatoes and one can of sliced mushrooms. Heat. Tasted like metal in my dreams.
My cat Lily was put to sleep today at 15 years and 11 months old. She was doing well with her CKD but she had sudden onsent neurological symptoms that could only be explained by a stroke or brain tumor. She was a sweet and sassy lady who I love dearly. Her passing was peaceful and me, my boyfriend, and my parents were all there. She got nice treats, pets, and brushes which were all her favorite things.