Treat, R.I.P.
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I´m borrowing Treat´s diary to thank anyone I have missed thanking personally for all of the kind remarks, condolences, gifts to Treat and the other kitties, catmails, personal mails--the outpouring of affection and understanding of our grief and sadness at losing our ornery old cat pal.
You are all so kind and have made Treat´s passing easier for me because I have someone to talk to now who understands how it feels to lose a kitty. When I was a little girl and one of my cats died or was killed by a car, my dad, hating to see me grieving so hard said, "That´s it. No more cats." And of course I cried harder than ever and of course there was another cat.
We´ve sort of had an online memorial service for Treat, without the covered hot dishes. He would have been delighted at all of the attention and like Tom Sawyer, would enjoy attending his own funeral.
But everything comes to an end. Yesterday was a beautiful day, he was maybe a little too happy and a little too careless kicking up his thin-furred heels enjoying himself until the end. But I think, as Chief Dan George said in Little Big Man, for Treaters, "It was a good day to die."
My other boys are all adjusting and we´re spending a little more time together and I´m spending a little less online so I can reassure them that Treat was not just the FIRST cat to go and their turn is NEXT. It´s that thing in the cat mentality that makes them always think, experience to the contrary, that every time you put them in the carrier you are going to throw them in the river or something. We´ve been having lots of cuddles, purrs and kisses to counter this feline belief system and because it makes me feel better.
And you guys have too. So thanks. Virtual purrs from the boys and hugs from me,
darcyd aka Ann Scarborough
You are all so kind and have made Treat´s passing easier for me because I have someone to talk to now who understands how it feels to lose a kitty. When I was a little girl and one of my cats died or was killed by a car, my dad, hating to see me grieving so hard said, "That´s it. No more cats." And of course I cried harder than ever and of course there was another cat.
We´ve sort of had an online memorial service for Treat, without the covered hot dishes. He would have been delighted at all of the attention and like Tom Sawyer, would enjoy attending his own funeral.
But everything comes to an end. Yesterday was a beautiful day, he was maybe a little too happy and a little too careless kicking up his thin-furred heels enjoying himself until the end. But I think, as Chief Dan George said in Little Big Man, for Treaters, "It was a good day to die."
My other boys are all adjusting and we´re spending a little more time together and I´m spending a little less online so I can reassure them that Treat was not just the FIRST cat to go and their turn is NEXT. It´s that thing in the cat mentality that makes them always think, experience to the contrary, that every time you put them in the carrier you are going to throw them in the river or something. We´ve been having lots of cuddles, purrs and kisses to counter this feline belief system and because it makes me feel better.
And you guys have too. So thanks. Virtual purrs from the boys and hugs from me,
darcyd aka Ann Scarborough
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