Cat

My cat died. There’s no nicer way of saying that without it turning into a Monty Python sketch. More precisely, I had him killed. So maybe I did say it the nice way after all.

Having him put to sleep was probably the most mature and adult thing I’ve ever had to do. That’s not to say I didn’t regress at great speed when I found him in the garden, having suffered a stroke, unable to move, blind, and mewing the most heart-wrenching sound I have ever heard. I wanted my Mum to tell my what to do, I panicked and asked Arthur to get better, prompted him repeatedly to tell me what was wrong, then finally scooped him up in my arms and rushed him to a vet.

But he managed to have the final say; in spite of being blind and barely able to move, when the vet moved him to give the injection, he scratched her. She was properly hurt. Good.

He was 18, and I had become more and more depressed this last year knowing he wouldn’t be around for much longer, but it’s incredibly upsetting. I didn’t realise how often I would spend time with him during an average day, and every time I get up to make coffee now, it hurts that he’s not there to stroke for a minute or two, or bugging me loudly for some milk, or starting an argument with me about the fullness of his belly.

It’s very easy to anthropomorphise animals, and everyone thinks their cat or dog is more human than pet – but it’s because of this that it pangs so much when they are gone. Arthur gave me cuddles when I was sad (he was cold), and listened to me moaning (he sat there), and greeted me when I came home (his bowl was empty), and now I miss my little purring telephone very much. Usually when I feel like this, I go and find the cat for a hug. It’s not fair.

5 thoughts on “Cat

  • July 18, 2008 at 6:50 pm
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    Our deepest sympathy *hugs* I am dreading when our two get older and we have to go through the same thing. They are are not like family, they ARE family. x

  • July 19, 2008 at 5:52 am
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    So sorry about Arthur. Proper pets, not animals that just live in your house , are like a little person. like having a small child that has to be seen to every day, they are part of your family and a big part of your life. 2 months ago our little dog daisy died. it was one of the worst days of my life. Having to get a vet to see to them at the end is one of the worst decisions you can have to make , you just wish they would go quietly in there sleep, but that rarely happens. You start to get used to not having them around eventually but you never “get over it” .Have a big hug from me ….. HUG! …. not soft and furry enough is it? Sorry. xx

  • July 19, 2008 at 8:42 am
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    ah – sad news indeed

  • July 19, 2008 at 10:47 am
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    Ah Sigh :-( sorry to hear your news. He sounded like a perfect friend. take care buddy x

  • July 21, 2008 at 6:41 am
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    oh no! sorry to hear this sigh. xxx

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