Thursday, August 27, 2009

An empty space...


Mischka, the cat is no more. Douglas and I took her down to the vet last Saturday. She was very quiet. Feeble. There was another cat in the surgery, the vet’s cat. This cat was very glossy, full of curiosity and life. The cat observed us going into a room. The door closed. When we came out, I was weeping uncontrollably. Douglas was more stoic. The vet’s cat looked at us and knew something monumental had happened. She looked away.

We left Mischka behind to be cremated. We will bury her ashes in the garden - probably under the tree we bought last year, when we thought she was on her last legs. So Mischka the cat - aka Westy Scrag - surprised us all by living on for a full year. She wasn’t ready to die. But in the end it was like she just wound down. 

The tree we will plant her under is just coming into leaf.

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4 comments:

  1. i'm so sorry. we had to put our kitten to sleep this year... it's awful. your kitty had a life full of love and happiness, that is wonderful.
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  2. Our furry family members are so dear to our hearts and important in our lives. Sorry for the loss of your friend.
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  3. Thanks for these comments. I found the experience unexpectedly visceral. It brought me back to many sad moments and they suddenly all seemed to join together. But now it is a week later and I'm returning to a memory of the cat as she was, when she was a bossy wee thing with a raucous maiow and a love for a warm lap. Cats contribute so much pleasure to the world...to humans, anyway.
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  4. Sorry for your loss. Here in Tabbyville we still miss our goddess who died a few months ago. She had been our friend for 20 years - longer than many human relationships last!
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