August 22, 2007
my broken heart
After almost 16 years of warmth and love my cat Moosh passed away yesterday.
I thought that knowing he would no longer be in pain, or that he had a long life would make the final moment easier. It didn’t.
He was one of the first things I did when I moved out of home. Always a cat lover I wasn’t able to have one at home due to allergic family members. He moved six times with me, put up with two human babies (do they ever stop crying??) and even weathered a new kitten three months ago.
The new kitten was magic for him. Ok, he hissed, and batted at her for a couple of weeks, but the youth she brought into the house made him healthier. He ate more and wasn’t so skinny, he moved more (if only to get away from her pouncing) and was brighter and happier than he’d been in a long time. I even caught him touching noses with her. And for a serial bachelor it was uber cute.
It’s funny how different things are when you actually experience them. We talked about not bringing him home from the Vets as it would be too distressing for the 6 and 4 year old. However, standing there looking at his now peaceful face I couldn’t fathom not bringing him home, I had to bury him under the Locut tree.
And in the end it was really good for the kids. Flowers were picked, tears were shed, they were allowed to pat him one more time if they wished. The 4 year old asked if she could feed him when he woke up, so there was a discussion on how he wont need to eat anymore. The 6 year old was concerned about the towel we wrapped him in. And today they are well adjusted while I fall apart quietly.
So a piece of my heart is missing, a strange ache reserved for the loss of a furry family member.
August 22nd, 2007 at 9:15 pm
Hi Meredith. I’m so sorry to hear about Moosh. I think giving the family an opportunity to say good bye is an important part of understanding life. Our thoughts are with you as you grieve.
August 26th, 2007 at 9:10 pm
Meredith, I am so sorry to hear about your beloved Moosh. It is always easier in theory even for cats. Thinking of you.
Kath
August 30th, 2007 at 2:03 am
Back in 1991 I rescued a black and white short hair kitty from the pound. He had the coloration of a cow (Moo) and he was a mush…so he ended up with the name Moosh! Eight years later he went into a coma and died shortly after. So here it is, 8 years later, and I still do google searches as I so often think of him. Of course I found out about your Moosh from such a search. I know how intesely it hurts and I share that sorrow with you. Please hang in there…you have our love and support.
Steve
About my Moosh:
http://www.petdiabetes.org/personal_technique/moosh_story.htm