Never a better kitty did this world see.

To anyone who has ever had to make the decision to put an animal to sleep (and seriously, couldn’t someone have come up with a better term?), you have my heartfelt empathy.

The rationale makes sense. It’s humane to spare them suffering. We spare them suffering because they can’t talk. They can’t tell us how bad they really feel. On the other side of that shit coin is they can’t tell us how UN-BAD they really feel. So in addition to the heartwrenching grief of losing your beloved furry friend, you also get to wrestle with the guilt.

It just seems like it went so fast. Did we panic and make the decision too quickly? I know he wasn’t going to get better but maybe he would have rallied a bit and been around longer. This is all in hindsight, of course, because the thought process before was “holy crap, what if we wait too long?” So there’s never a right time. I have been told that “you’ll just know” but to be frank, that’s a bunch of crap. You don’t know. You guess. You question every meow, every look, every action wondering “is he trying to tell me something?”

My mom and I loved that little (big) guy so much. Our worlds are a little emptier today and it sucks. I thought I remembered how much it hurt when we had to make the decision with Jager but I think my brain blocked out the true depth of the soul-destroying numbness I felt. I appreciate that, brain. This is not a feeling I can carry around on a day to day basis.

Here’s something nice to end this horribly depressing blog… my mom and I drove around all day because we didn’t know what else to do. When we got back to her house, I was petting Little, Fatty’s anti-social lil bro, while looking out the front window. What I saw, lazing on her front walkway, was a very comfortable all-black cat. messenger catHe was by no means Fatty, but it’s rare to see a stray in her neighborhood at all, let alone a black minion laying in her yard like he owns the place. We just watched him for awhile, and then he got up, looked at me, trotted towards the window, then under it and out of sight. My mom’s friend told her Fatty would send a message that we did the right thing. I am not the kind of person who believes in signs. But I am taking this as the kitty world telling us we did the right thing. And while it barely makes a dent in the hurt, it is a comfort.

RIP Chaos (yeah, that was his real name until we discovered his love of food, no one has called him that in probably 16 years)/Big Guy/Fatty

Love. Pure love.

Love. Pure love.

3/1/98–3/13/15

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9 comments

  1. aimee

    My heart goes out to you. I think you got a pretty amazing sign that you guys made the right decision. Love. Pure love. That’s what you shared with him and he wanted to let you know that all is good. Sending a virtual hug your way.

  2. Oldcat

    I’m very sorry for your loss. Almost a year ago my cat Gus died at about 17, the middle of the three cat deaths I had in about a year. But every cat I’ve had refuse food entirely has gone within a few days…so it sounds like you had the timing right.

  3. christine

    My heart is breaking for you. It always goes too fast and the time is never enough. Sending love and strength. We are right here beside you on this shitty journey of grief. Fatty knew you adored him. They know. It still sucks and you still feel like life is knocking the wind out of you every damn second of every damn day. But he was worth it, you know? They capture our hearts so completely and love us like no human ever could. And that’s why we do it over and over again. I’m so very sorry. Fatty was a good boy, a sweet boy, a goofball and a lover. He will be missed.

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