I didn’t want to post this in the other pet topic because well that’s cheery and this is not. I lost my eldest cat today. This is the last of the family pets, the pets we acquired while living at home at kids really. Of the three daughters, I was the only one that took one with me I intended to keep until the end of his days, which I did.
His health began going downhill pretty quickly a few years ago; wwe medicated him and got things under control, but he was literally half the cat he was, pound-wise, after that but managing. During a conference call today, he suddenly collapsed, and we buried him in my backyard several hours later. I’m thankful to have a backyard where I can do that.
I will say I am grateful to my sister. I sent her a really cryptic message this morning saying I think my cat might die today, and I am not done with this stupid meeting. She asked me if I was okay. And I said no, i don’t think I will be and the vet can’t make it until this evening. A few hours later, my mother showed up with supplies we might need to put him down and, and we had to.
I kind of promised myself as the years went by that maybe it was time to go petless, not deal with the issues and the loss but the little guy I still have was a litter dumped at the local mall in a cardboard box left in the rain. Almost all his siblings went out to co-workers since a co-worker rescued them and they were so small the shelter would not even take them.
Now I’ve been advised to go to the family birthday party to bask in the warmth of family. They’re kind of concerned I will disappear and mourn for days in solitude. They’re not wrong, but I would emerge again, eventually.
Sorry, lots of words. Felt good to write it though.