But right now, it seems as though the grief and mourning is bottomless.
It wasn’t just Chloe’s death that has caused me to crawl into bed and to sleep 10, 11, even 12 hours at a time. It’s also the diagnosis we just received for one of our other cats, Raja, pictured below. When Emmy, our vet tech, noticed a foul smell coming from his mouth, she thought it was an abscess, and we made an appointment to see the vet. After exploratory surgery, she found he had squamous cell carcinoma in his gums and that it had infiltrated his jaw. The surgeon removed as much as he could, but we were warned that it would return. Two days ago, Raja started bleeding from his mouth. Yesterday he didn’t eat. Tomorrow we see the vet. And most likely this week we will have to put him down.
If you’ve never had pets, you’ll never understand what I’m about to say. The pain is as tremendous and soul shaking as if it were happening to a family member, because that’s what beloved pets are: family. A friend, someone who has since passed, once said to me, “The death of a pet is like the death of a child. But unlike a child who grows up and leaves, a pet comes to you dependent and needy and leaves the same way. They age, but they never grow up.” It’s true.
This is all a long way of saying I’ve stayed away from The David Blahg because writing funny posts with pretty pictures feels so deeply inauthentic to me and insulting to my dear cats. My mind isn’t working. I can’t even cast about for the words to express the pain I feel. Metaphors, similes, allusions, and onomatopoeia aren’t my allies at the moment. It’s as if my brain is dried, cracked earth from which no life can spring. I struggled writing even this post. I kept asking myself, What does this have to do with food? And the answer is: everything. And not in the way you think. It has to do with stuffing my emotions. I’ve eaten everything in front of me. I’ve binged on potato chips, ice cream, pie, peanut butter, doughnuts, tuna fish, hot dog buns, Cheddar cheese, South American Dulce de Leche Cookies, honey, and crackers (including some stale oyster crackers from last Christmas) while I wept on the couch. I’m not even remotely okay without munching on something. I’ve gained at least 10 pounds over the past few weeks. Lettuce and carrots simply aren’t sufficient ballast.
I know the pain will lessen in time, as it has for the other eight pets I’ve lost over the years. And in time I’ll be able to write about my homemade butter and my sour-cherry pie and my new kitchen and my swanky knife drawer—all those things you’ve seen on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Google+. It takes so much less thought and energy to click a button on a cell phone and take a picture than it does to string words together that matter. So be patient; I’m here. I’m just heartbroken.
UPDATE: We put Raja down on July 17th. He went very peacefully, cradled in The One’s arms. Although it was terribly hard, I preferred it to Chloe’s dying alone, as we’d made a promise to our cats that ours would be the very last faces they saw. I’m at peace that we were able to do that for Raja. Our vet, the miraculous Kim Rosenthal, and Emmy, our vet tech, were so kind and respectful of our feelings. We thank them immensely. And we thank you, too, for all your support.
I am so sorry for your loss!! I know what you are going through. We lost our dog Max last year and it is so hard.
I am so sorry for you. Take comfort in knowing the wonderful home and care you have provided and continue to do so.
Devil Cat’s world is changing and he will need you more than ever!
I am so sorry for your loss. We lost our 9 yr old Shepherd first. I cried for weeks. Had to stop grieving because our 10 yr old Springer was sad and mourning with me. Had to pull it together for the Springer’s sake. Then a year later we lost our Springer Spaniel to cancer (a misdiagnosis by his vet). The day he was put down, he was jumping and smiling (yes, he was very expressive) in the vet’s office. I held him and cried while he went into his sleep. The stories I could tell about these two “boys”.
Then, we lost our little 12 yr old Shih Tzu mix a couple years later. She was the $10,000 dog. She had contracted Valley Fever when she was about 7 yrs old; then had gall bladder stones a few months later, and developed arthritis in her later yrs. The only dog I knew who had a neuro-surgeon, an internist and a primary care. Oh, forgot to mention the couple thousand dollars we spent on her teeth – her route canals (no joke), extractions, fillings, cleanings, etc. And she obeyed no one. The “boys” were very obedient, but this girl would turn her head if you tried to tell her what to do.
But we loved all of them. And I cried and mourned for each of them differently. And I still got up every morning, showered, got dressed, went to work. Cried and cried.
So I know how you are feeling and have no words to offer you, except I hope my small description of my little girl Shih Tzu brought a bit of a smile to you. The stories I could tell would make you laugh – even now. And I am comforted all the time to remember the crazy stories that only our pets can write. I’m sure, like my pets, that your kitties have crazy quirks and behaviors and likes and dislikes that have made you shake your head and laugh. And these same behaviors will become sweet memories.
May your mourning be short, and your healing be swift.