To be sappy for a minute... I miss Henry The Cat. I have to keep reminding myself he's not there. (Well, it's more like suddenly thinking, "Why isn't there more loud meowing at 7am?" or being out in the garden and thinking of how he liked to lurk there.)
The vet sent this letter, which I think is really sweet and well-written. I mean, barfy, and I would have left out the word "special" out of an inabilty not to hear it in irony quotes, but it's a good letter of consolation and sympathy:
He was 15 when he died a couple of weeks ago - we hoped he would rally but it didn't happen.
He was a good cat! Grey and white and fat! Meowy, with a rebuking stare. Sometimes he'd spaz out and run away like a chicken. You could pick him up, and he'd sleep on the couch next to you if you stayed still enough. He'd let you pet his belly! He didn't hide under the bed all day! All very fine qualities.
The vet sent this letter, which I think is really sweet and well-written. I mean, barfy, and I would have left out the word "special" out of an inabilty not to hear it in irony quotes, but it's a good letter of consolation and sympathy:
I am so very sorry for your loss of Henry. I could see what a precious companion he had been to you and how hard it was to say goodbye. He was lucky to have been your cat and so deeply loved. I hope the special memories you have of him help to bring you comfort now and always.
He was 15 when he died a couple of weeks ago - we hoped he would rally but it didn't happen.
He was a good cat! Grey and white and fat! Meowy, with a rebuking stare. Sometimes he'd spaz out and run away like a chicken. You could pick him up, and he'd sleep on the couch next to you if you stayed still enough. He'd let you pet his belly! He didn't hide under the bed all day! All very fine qualities.
Oh, wow, I'm sorry. I had no idea. Man, I don't know what I'd two if my two little guys died. I had a cat once - named B.J. (Brat, Jr.). She was born in my lap (awesome experience in and of itself) and I had her for about five years before she died of pancreatic cancer. It upset me so much that I would not let myself bring another animal into my life for about fifteen years.
Now I've got two - Stinkyboy and Buddy - and always worry about them if they sneeze or barf. Ya know, what if? It's awful!
I'm really sorry about Henry, dude.
Posted by: La Gringa | July 01, 2006 at 11:05 PM
Oh! He wasn't my cat! He's our co-house-mates' cat. But I was helping take care of him while he was sick, and the Acrobat (his actual "companion" who lives next door in our duplex) showed me the card that came from the vet. It wasn't to me.
Our cats are 7 years old and going strong....
Posted by: badgerbag | July 02, 2006 at 12:34 AM
wow... that is one nice vet. our ped didn't even send us a note when our kid died. which has always really pissed me off.
Posted by: gwendomama | July 03, 2006 at 01:44 PM