A Sad Day
Late last night we got a call from our vet, where our kitty Molly had just gotten emergency surgery. She had swallowed the rubber baby bottle nipple from one of Iris’ bottles and it was stuck. I never thought I’d ever give the OK to give a Cat surgery, but she was so young ( only 3 years old), and the surgery seemed very promising. When the vet called and said she was having trouble breathing that night in recovery, we rushed to the Animal Hospital with Iris, who, slept the whole time in her car seat carrier. The vets ( a sweet husband and wife team) tried everything they could to get her stable, but in between tears, and stories about all Molly’s brushes with her 9 lives, we decided it was best to let her go. I’ve never had to make that call before, and it was every bit as difficult as I imagined it would be.
I find myself saying ” I know she’s just a cat”, but I’m not sure why I feel the need to apologize for feeling so sad. Maybe it’s that there are many worse things, like human family members lost, or wars and turmoil going on all around the world. Of course, there is always something worse. But maybe that’s exactly why it hurts to bad to lose a pet. They are a simple, pure, escape from all that is wrong with the world. Their needs are usually quite simple. Food, shelter, and attention are really all they ask. As any animal lover can attest to, they give so much more in return. I swear I heard the sound of her cleaning her paws this morning, at the foot of the bed. All the little sounds and rhythms of Molly that were so intertwined in our daily lives, I didn’t even realize. You were so naughty Molly, but the best Cat. A really good cat. We miss you.