Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Breaking Sadness


Mama Kizz had to let Tigger go today.

In 1990, or possibly 1991, I was working at the River Cafe and the wait staff was rescuing cats one night before the boss did a sweep and had them sent to kill shelters. There was a pair of black cats who stuck together like glue. The girl was shy and the boy was sweet. I took them home to Chinatown where I was living with JAM and some roommates. Soon the girl had kittens. She followed JAM around begging him to sit with her while she gave birth and he did his best while trying not to be late to the production of Midsummer Night's Dream he was doing. She had 5 babies and we had to bleach the hell out of our comforter. We kept 4 of the babies but mom ended up with all of them after we broke up and started moving all over the globe.

Tigger was the last one left. He was mom's particular companion and loved to ride around on her shoulders and sit in her lap and sometimes eat off her plate. After he lost his sight she still let him outside but would follow him around to be sure he didn't cross the road. I suspect she's a neighborhood legend. He continued to hunt birds by sound.

He's been failing for a while now but not so badly and, seriously, he's been in bad situations before and rallied so we didn't really think anything of it. This week she took him in for some symptoms and they found that he'd lost 15% of his body weight, had signs of advanced lymphoma and was exhibiting fairly serious pain responses. So mom decided she had to do the right thing and let him go. He went simply and peacefully and I'm sure she made the right decision.

Doesn't make it suck any less. She has him in his coffin at the house and she'll bury him with his Mama and siblings in the back yard tomorrow.

Goodnight sweet feline prince, and flights of angels sing thee to they rest.

7 comments:

  1. Oh, I'm sorry!

    No matter how necessary, it still hurts.

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  2. I'm sorry. I hope he's in kitty heaven.

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  3. Thanks you guys. Well, gals. Mrs. G, I like to think that all cats and dogs go to heaven. If any of them do this one surely will. He was a good egg.

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  4. Aw I'm so sorry. It sucks to say goodbye to such a longtime companion. Hugs to her.

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  5. ugh....I'm so sorry.
    It's so difficult when a pet goes, even if it's the right thing to do, or they're elderly, or whatever. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

    at the very least, he had a full life with people who loved him.

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  6. laurie B11:52 PM

    How can a person not miss a shoulder riding cat? I've been trying for years to get Kittieboy to do that. Tigger was a natural.

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  7. Oh, I'm so sorry. :(

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