Life is so unexpected. I dedicate this post to my
mother who lost something really precious yesterday. Her dear cat, Charles, was
put to sleep, being hardly five years old.
Charles was a cat with a personality. But which pet
would not have one? He was quite obstinate and he sometimes showed up like he
had disliked me. But after all, I was the “bad buddy” who always brushed his
fur, cut his claws, wormed him, and did such things. So, of course he had
learned that I was the one who deserved some hissing and showing claws.
Charles and my mother were like a mother and a
child. They had their way together. They had their common traditions every
morning, day, and evening, just like I have with my cats. Garfield and Kenneth
are as dear to me as Charles was to mom. They are like my kids. They are just
so dear and the paw marks of these little creatures will always remain in our
hearts.
Things were still running normally on Friday
morning. My mother and I have a nice tradition of going to the café close to
where we live in some mornings before work. From there, we take the buses to
work. When mom went home in the afternoon she discovered that Charles had not
peed. And because he still hadn’t in Saturday morning she took him to see the
vet.
It turned out that Charles had quite a bit of
kidney stones. He was set to a 24-hour-long intensive care but mom was allowed
to bring him home. Fortunately, we say now, as he got to spend his last moments
at home.
Mom took him back to the vet yesterday morning to
check the kidneys. The vet said they had injured so badly that it’d not be
certain if they could be healed – ever. Mom told me after getting home that
already on Saturday she had started getting mentally ready for the worst – to
put the poor cat to sleep. And when she had told the vet yesterday that she was
ready for it the vet had said that it’d probably be wise because no one could
guarantee if the kidneys could be healed or if they would heal. And at least in
that way the Charles wouldn’t suffer for any longer.
Of course, mom could have taken the chance to try
if the possible care would have helped. But at the end of the day, it’d have
been even worse if it hadn’t and then Charles had put to sleep after suffering
and being in pain for a week or two. It simply wouldn’t have been humane. And
it’d have been too hard for both of mom and C.
My mother and I had a nice way of calling our cats
as “cousins”. Garfield and Kenneth were Charles’ cousins and vise versa. G and
K are “bros”. Especially Kenneth and Charles were really good buddies. They
were very fond of each other. I’m already feeling sorry for K probably looking
for C when I next time take the cats to mom’s place. I have explained them that
their fellow cousin is not there anymore. But one day they’ll see it in
practice.
Losing a dear one is always so hard. But it’s part
of life even if it feels cruel. Charles was too young to go. But at least he
had a very good and happy life. No one could have given him a better home and life
than my mother.
