Being so new on here, I haven't wanted to intrude on people's grief - there can sometimes be nothing worse than the well-meant clumsiness of strangers. I've been so touched by some of the stories and hope you have all found comfort in the love of your families, friends and other pets and in the knowledge that you have given your cat such a happy life - however long or short.
Having only been a multi-cat household for the last 12 years or so, I've only lost two cats so far - both died very suddenly in different circumstances.
So now is the first time that I am faced with the possibility of having to make that final gesture of love - although I hope Jenny will last to the warmer weather when her asthma is always so much better:
I want her to have another living summer,
to lie in the sun and enjoy the douceur de vivre –
because the sun, like golden rum in a rummer,
is what makes an idle cat un tout petit peu ivre –
I want her to lie stretched out, contented,
revelling in the heat, her fur all dry and warm,
an Old Age Pensioner, retired, resented
by no one, and happinesses in a beelike swarm
to settle on her – postponed for another season
that last fated hateful journey to the vet
from which there is no return (and age the reason),
which must soon come – as I cannot forget.
(Gavin Ewart)
I don't believe that animals can predict the future in the same way we can - so it's some comfort to me that Jenny has no fear, even if I do.
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