Eulogy for our cat
Jun. 7th, 2011 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captain_slinkyLast night, in the middle of some 20 hours of frantic fever dreams (the best part of being sick IMHO), our missing sick cat, Huffy, came to me and cuddled with me in a chair by the fireplace in the old farmhouse I grew up in. He nestled and purred and head-butted me many times as we just sat there watching the fire and, on the TV next to the fireplace, old Christmas episodes of 1970's TV shows. I had A LOT of weird dreams last night, but that's the only one that stuck with me. I think this means he's finally gone.
Huffy had not been eating or drinking as far as we could tell for about two weeks. He made several dramatic exits during that time, each time making me feel like it was the last time I would ever see him, but each time he came back for what I believed to be vain reasons - he overheard Molly say that we should get a dog to replace him, it wasn't quite sunny enough, it was raining, etc.
It's my strong belief that Huffy had a PLAN for his death; a definitive way he wanted to go. He had chosen a spot somewhere, a nice outdoor hidey-hole where nobody could see him but he could see EVERYTHING and the bright rays of sun could filter in to warm him just perfectly. He wasn't going to go on a cold day, he wasn't going to go on a rainy day, and he wasn't going to go till we had all had a chance to tell him how much we loved him. We let him sleep on our bed (just like he had when he was a kitten) and let him out every day, each day feeling less and less like it was the last time we'd see him.
And then we got three days of sunshine in a row. On day one he went missing, we hadn't seen him since. And I never fully accepted that he's dead until the dream last night... Huffy's final "Goodbye".
God I hope I get to go like that...
Huffy had not been eating or drinking as far as we could tell for about two weeks. He made several dramatic exits during that time, each time making me feel like it was the last time I would ever see him, but each time he came back for what I believed to be vain reasons - he overheard Molly say that we should get a dog to replace him, it wasn't quite sunny enough, it was raining, etc.
It's my strong belief that Huffy had a PLAN for his death; a definitive way he wanted to go. He had chosen a spot somewhere, a nice outdoor hidey-hole where nobody could see him but he could see EVERYTHING and the bright rays of sun could filter in to warm him just perfectly. He wasn't going to go on a cold day, he wasn't going to go on a rainy day, and he wasn't going to go till we had all had a chance to tell him how much we loved him. We let him sleep on our bed (just like he had when he was a kitten) and let him out every day, each day feeling less and less like it was the last time we'd see him.
And then we got three days of sunshine in a row. On day one he went missing, we hadn't seen him since. And I never fully accepted that he's dead until the dream last night... Huffy's final "Goodbye".
God I hope I get to go like that...
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Date: 2011-06-07 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-07 04:39 pm (UTC)I'm crying here. I hope my coworkers don't stop by my cube anytime soon.
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Date: 2011-06-07 09:15 pm (UTC)