We lost our beloved cat two months ago. She was sixteen years old and had a slew of medical issues. The kind vet who put her down reassured us that it was definitely her time. She had lost so much weight and was skin and bone.
Now the house feels empty and there are strange remembrances happening. I swear I still hear her paws kerthunk down on the hard upstairs floor from her scratching post. I have heard her mewing and even felt her jump up on the bed. Is my mind playing tricks on me or is her spirit still present here?
We know we gave her the best possible life. She was the most spoiled creature. My husband would make special trips to the deli counter to get her favorite human foods. We always made sure there was extra table scraps for her at every meal. We never left her for more than a week with our cat sitter because she was so clingy to me. We try to take comfort in knowing that we did our best for this living creature.
These pets define our lives in chunks of time and devotion. It is very much like raising a child in terms of time commitment and energy. It’s very strange now to accept that we will probably never have another cat, since we are now devoting ourselves to traveling to see a grandchild instead. We have both had cats our whole lives. Maybe we will foster, but hubby thinks we would grow too attached.
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