Today I read a post by Shay at asizCreatives called By the “Grace” of Cat. Head over to her blog…she is truly inspiring! She wrote about the healing that her cat has given her and it got me thinking about my sweet kitty Meekay. Sadly, Meekay died last May at the age of 19. She had been with us for 17 years – my daughter never remembered a time without her. She was a cat that was happy with whatever we gave her. She was happy to be cuddled, happy to sit with us, pleased with whichever food we brought home from the store. There were only two times that I saw her unhappy:
1. When we took her to the vet. She would meow like it was the end of the world, and
2. When we left her with a house sitter one summer. She was so angry at us that she crapped all over our bedroom.
Over the years, my life, like everyone’s, went up and down and I always found that sitting and cuddling Meekay made me feel better, happier, calmer. Last May, Meekay stopped eating. She got thinner and thinner but she didn’t seem to be unhappy or comfortable. I kept saying to my husband, “I think I should take her to the vet.” and he would answer “Oh, she’s fine. She’ll start eating again.” I think he didn’t want to admit that she might really be sick. A few days later my daughter came home from a year away at school and together we took Meekay to see the vet. She meowed loudly and plaintively just like she always did. We carried her into the exam room and held her while we waited for the vet. When the vet arrived she made a great fuss over our cat and then examined her. She looked at us with a serious face and told us that Meekay had a mass in her stomach and because Meekay was at a pretty advanced age for a cat, she didn’t recommend surgery. She said that although she didn’t seem to be in pain now, it wouldn’t be long before the pain set in. She gave my daughter and I a few minutes to decide what to do. There wasn’t much to discuss. As much as we loved Meekay, or rather because we loved her, we decided that we would give her a death with dignity and without pain. My daughter and I cried as we pet her while she fell asleep. A couple of weeks later, we got her ashes from the vet and we spread them under a tree – a tree that she would sit in the window and watch as the birds would fly in and out of the branches. I know that the uninitiated to the joys of pet ownership sometimes mock those of us who dote on our animals, but they have not yet learned the sweetness of holding your loving pet in your lap. I’m glad that I had that experience for the 17 years Meekay was with us. I still miss her and expect her to come running up when I walk through the door. So, today, I am sharing with you the sweet face of my little Meekay.