For quite some time now Alice-who-is-a-cat has been getting more frail and raggedy. She’s been looking somewhat like the cat in Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
But last week she went downhill fast and on Tuesday evening it became very apparent (I’ll spare you the details) that it was time to Make The Right Decision.
I thought I was ready.
Turns out I wasn’t.
Alice and I have been together for the best part of 20 years. We took on the world and won. We faced good times and bad, shoddy boyfriends (her’s and mine) and too many house moves to count.
She was cantankerous and bolshy. She could meow for hours on end until you gave up and did whatever it was she wanted.
She held a grudge better than anyone I’ve ever known and was inventive in her revenge. The Husband will testify to this. She wasn’t thrilled at moving north and let her ire be known in a most unpleasant fashion.
She was mostly grumpy with me but stood beside me through thick and thin. She did, however adore Pa, and when Button came along, Alice loved her dearly. Button loved her right back.
So, when her health deteriorated fast last week, I knew I had to make the right decision. The vet agreed. It was time.
Alice, who had spent most of her life giving me the evil eye, snuggled up close and said goodbye. She let me know she was ready to go and that it would all be ok.
And she was right. She passed quickly and peacefully, and broke my heart whilst doing it.
See…I wasn’t ready at all.
But my one of my amazing friends, when I asked her why we love our furry friends so much, summed it all up perfectly :
“They worm their way into your life and heart and become part of the pattern of your day and your history. So when they die they take more than themselves (which would be enough) they take some of the you that you were with them. And, I think our relationship with pets is more honest and straightforward than with people so it’s a big chunk of you.”
And that, I think, is the most fitting tribute to my oldest friend.
Goodbye, dear old lady…you’re missed so very much.