Friday, June 18, 2010

Meister

Goodbye Meister. I love you, and I will miss you.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Little kitty


I came home today, and Meister was laying on the couch. I'd left him inside for the day. When I sat beside him, he didn't move. When I touched him, his body felt lifeless. I got up and walked way. I thought he was dead.

I caught my breath and sat back down. He responded to my touch, slowly. I called then and made an appointment for the morning.

He's outside now laying on the porch, where he wants to be, and he is near his mother Mitzi. My two little Greykins. Reason being a Boykin, made them Greykins. I am finally sad for and about Meister and the loss of his life. My sadness isn't about me, or about Reason. My sadness is about his little exuberant life soon to be gone. He meowed so boisterously this morning when he greeted me at the door. His fluffy little head waiting for a good morning head rub.

We are all creatures. We live and die. We suffer and rejoice. I, nor anyone, can change that.


(Next morning...Meister woke up today sprite and bossy. Still not eating of course, but he was so full of his little self, it was clear that today isn't the day, so I called and canceled. Day by day, we take it, as long as he isn't in any pain.)

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Knowing when

I have two elderly cats that I rescued when an old boyfriend walked away and left them 15 years ago. I know they are at least 17 or 18. The younger cat Meister is failing. He isn't in kidney failure, but has elevated enzymes. He has stopped eating. He isn't in pain, and he mostly sleeps, but sometimes he paces with a wobbly gait.

This has been a week of anxious thought, worrying for how I cared about Reason. I should have helped her sooner, and that thought is keeping me determined not to let little Meister cat languish. He still purrs softly when I hold him. He enjoys his head rubs.

I read about pet hospice when it was Reason's time, and I honestly thought I could let her pass on her own and that would allow her to prepare herself. Two weeks and she was still holding on. Why would I not let go sooner? Why would I be so selfish?