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Monday, October 31, 2011

A Sadness

Two weeks ago today I lost my lovely friend and traveling companion--my thirteen year old Manx cat, Cookie. He had been hospitalized for slightly over a week after being diagnosed with lymphoma and was released to come home because he had stopped eating. He died peacefully and naturally in my arms after two days of being carried to the park to take in the sun and sitting with me in the courtyard while I worked.
This happened so quickly. He had a routine vet exam in mid August and all seemed well. Then in early October he experienced an abrupt three days of illness and I took him to the vet thinking he was simply in need of antibiotics.
I miss his gentle and loving ways so much. He was always immediately friendly and curious with other cats and even the largest of hyper dogs. Nothing seemed to shake Cookie's calm interest in getting to know his fellow four legged beings. He was always quietly cooperative with his doctors and never struggled or scratched even under duress. I have never seen another cat with quite such an angelic temperament.
I live with three other beautiful cats but I felt a special bond with this one who was given to me as a young kitten on the afternoon of one of the most traumatic days in my life. Earlier I had been abducted from the walking trail of a city park with a knife at my throat. It was a relatively short ordeal that ended with only minor physical harm to me after the police intervened and the man was apprehended. But something inside me changed after knowing that my life had been threatened deliberately and brutally by a fellow human being.
When I was released from the hospital to come home all I wanted was to stretch out on the sofa and do nothing. My tiny new kitten spent hours resting over my heart, his face against my chin, comforting me in a way that little else could.
He is buried here in France, on a friend's land in the countryside, an ocean away from where his life began.
Now all that sweetness is gone. I think it will be a while before I feel like myself again.

4 comments:

  1. Oh my friend. I am so sorry for the loss of your furbaby Cookie. It is a very hard thing to have to live through and I am sending you comforting thoughts. Every time a friend loses a furbaby, it brings up the emotions of losing my gentle wonderful best friend Willow, my baby Saint Bernard.
    Nothing is going to make it better for you except time and well wishes. Linda

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  2. Thanks for your kind and heartfelt words Linda.

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  3. Dear Sweet Diana~
    My heart goes out to you ... you and Cookie had a bond that goes beyond any words ... time will help to heal your lovely heart and aching spirit ... but now, these thoughts don't bring that much comfort, I know ... when I lost my twenty year old cat Ona several years back I felt strangely off balance and horribly sad ... just as I know you do. And you're reliving that horrible memory of being abducted, too ... I am sorry that you are aching ... I send you love from across all these miles and waters between us.

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  4. Shayna--Thank you so much for all your kindness and understanding.

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