I have a hard time crying in front of people, and this is
for purely a vain reason. Crying is not a nice thing to do or to look at. But
today, I did, I couldn't help myself. I lost someone very close to me today.
Now it's not that I didn't see this coming, he was 16 years old and for a male
house cat that is definitely not young. Also over the past year he slowed down,
and his ability to climb stairs and onto the couch diminished greatly, he lost
the ability to contract some of his claws, and near the end of May, he had a
major seizure and since then I noticed yesterday that he had lost weight and
wasn't cleaning himself as thoroughly as he used to. Also I knew this was
coming when my mom told me that she had made the appointment to have him
released from his pain and that was today. So this afternoon me and my mom put
him in his cat carrier and took him to the vet, and before I even got out of
the car, my mom handed me a napkin because I had already started crying. And
even though with knowing that this was going to happen and time to prepare for
this I still felt the entirety of this. The pain of loss is not something that
you can appropriately suppress.
So my cat, he was more than just a pet, he was a member of
our family. Here’s a little perspective. I have a brother and he is 15 so we've
had Spunky (the cat) for a little longer than he has been out of the womb. He's
been with us through every family move from city to city we've done and he's
lived everywhere that I've lived. Not to mention that he was my first pet.
He did live a long and full life; he lived in four different
towns and even more different houses. He fought a wild raccoon and won, he brought
a multitude of birds, snakes, and mice to our door step as thank you gifts. He
had a great hunters' spirit when he needed it but he also was always there to
snuggle up and meet anyone who came through the door. He never brought home
fleas, and would always try and clean out my beard whenever I've had one. He
was the kitty that did it.
There's no doubt in my mind that he will be missed and that
I will remember him always.
Post Script:
This is the best tribute I could bring myself to make. It is
just really hard.
