Minnie.

I really don't know what to do with Minnie. I just caught her peeing right outside her liter box again. She hasn't done that for several weeks. I guess I'll call the vet tomorrow. John just thinks she's old and can't see the box anymore. When I called the vet a few weeks ago they said there was a way they could give me something to get a urine sample from her without having to take her in. They said they thought it was strange that she was using the box during the day and not at night. She seems fine but I'll call tomorrow. I think she's drinking too much water and peeing a lot but John doesn't think so. Last night I came out of the bedroom and she was staring at the family room from the kitchen like we were in there. Maybe she can't see as well anymore.
 I feel so bad for John. He has to take care of me and my cat. Sometimes I think I shoukd break up with him and put him out if his misery. He desereves more than this. I feel like a dried up 43 year old who can't have sex and be the girlfriend I was to him a year ago. Maybe it's just the depression talking.