Posted on 07/28/2013 1:59:03 PM PDT by Lazamataz
My cat, Cathy, has become one of the most powerful spiritual teachers I have ever known. This article will briefly detail her history, the events that lead to her death, the conclusion of her life, and -- in detail -- what she taught me.
She was a little tiny kitten when I got her. She was weaned too early, and like many cats who are weaned too young, became extraordinarily attached to me. She grew rapidly, becoming a flush of pure black fur, a flower of a cat who bloomed pure beauty. She loved my company above all else, following me into any given room just to be with me. She seemed to be indifferent to, or actively hate, most everyone else. As my cats always do, she named herself with her behavior. Disliking most everyone else, she named herself CAT Hates You. CAT-H-Y. CATHY.
There came a time, four years into our cat-human relationship, when I needed to go somewhere to get medical treatment. I would be gone for a while, so I put her with a cat boarder. She didn't take well to being away from me, or her familiar surroundings, and stopped eating. For an obese cat (which she became) this could be fatal, I discovered later. An obese cat who stops eating will process thier fat, but the liver of a cat is ill-designed for this, and Cathy quickly developed Hepatic Lipidosis (fatty-liver disease).
When I heard of her situation, I quickly returned, coming to the veterinarians very regularly to spend as many hours as I could with her. Several clinic technicians remarked that they had seen a lot of 'patients' and a lot of owners, and only rarely did someone come in as often and stay as long, and they assured me that she was loved more in these four years than many animals were in a lifetime. Cathy clearly loved my company, expressing it with excitement at my arrival and joy at my presence. She would vocalize the minute I came into view, and she would stand to greet me. When I had her in my lap, she would knead on my shirt and arm, and butt my arm with copious head butting.
But she looked horribly jaundiced. The liver was not working well. For the next week, I asked the veterinarian to aggressively treat Cathy, even placing a feeding tube in her esophagus when she stopped voluntarily eating. She had a few good days, and we spent so much great high-quality time together. My hopes soared! Perhaps this was reversible. The more-experienced animal doctors warned me that her chances were still indeterminate, but I clung to hope like a rescue rope in a cold ocean.
There was a day when she turned for the worse again, and the improving liver-related blood work got worse. I asked the veterinarians what they could do? "Spare no expense," I said, "try to save my little girl." They did as I asked. It was to no avail. Her decline was precipitous and alarming. I continued to visit, well-aware of her impending death, but still hopeful for a miracle. Between sobs, I spent as much quality time with her as humanly possible. On the last day, she was so miserable, and her liver-related blood work was so bad, it became clear that I should release her from almost-guaranteed horrific suffering and eventual death.
We brought her to the room where I first saw her at the hospital -- a warm, friendly room. I asked for a reclining chair so she could be on my chest, which was her favorite place to be in the entire world. Weeping with intense sadness, I said my goodbyes and let her know where she was going. She was so very miserable, I could see it in her eyes. I put her back on my chest, and told the doctor to introduce the euthanasia drug.
When the drug hit her, she swiveled her head suddenly, and gazed at me for a long second that seemed like eternity. This look utterly haunted me for a while after. In her eyes, I saw two things: surprise, and 'Daddy, comfort me.' At the time, I had no response, mental or verbal. In retrospect, my only response was, "I'm giving you comfort, honey. I'm giving it to you." Then she laid down and died, on the chest of her loving owner and best friend.
After she passed, my reaction took me completely by surprise. I stopped crying completely. The veterinary team asked if I wanted to spend time with the body, but the idea repulsed me. "This is not Cathy," I said, "Cathy is gone. Get it off me!" They did. I walked outside, and felt as if someone had hit me in the head with a ball-peen hammer. I felt completely devoid of emotion, stunned, somewhat confused. It scared me. What was happening to my emotions?
I was surrounded that day and the rest of the night with people who loved me. One of them advised me that the numbness I experienced was very normal, and that it was called 'emotional shock'. He mentioned, with some sincerity, that the emotions would return, and in force.
They did. The next day, I finally had time to be completely alone. Without warning, I found myself flooded with tears and crying in deep, body-wracking, soul-wrenching sobs. At some point, after the crying subsided, something very odd happened. I established contact with a power greater than myself -- call it Spirit, God, or the universe, whatever power you wish to call it -- and I got some amazing answers for the many questions I had. These are too personal to share with the public, but I have told my friends. Clearly Cathy had a purpose. It was clear I got what so few of us get -- answers for some hard questions. I became aware of what her purpose was, in my life. She was a very special kitty . Most of us do not get to know the 'whys' of life, and especially death. I am remarkably lucky, or remarkably blessed. There have been many wonderful spiritual lessons I was shown, through her life and her death.
I carried so much guilt and shame. I started engaging in the "What If" game. What if I had done something different? The answer was clear, and was told to me by a Higher Power -- not in words, but in feelings: She was intended to die, at this precise time, to reveal to me some important and unshakable truths. "What if" was useless. There was nothing I could have done that would have prevented her death. No matter which way I turned, and no matter how hard I struggled to save her, she was supposed to die now.
The guilt and shame lessened greatly, and I began discovering the truths that have been revealed to me.
One of them was that there was the tiniest bit of joy imbedded in grieving. I felt a small amount of joy, because I was alive, and I was able to feel grief at all. I loved her -- and she, me -- and that is why I grieved. There is joy in that love, and there is joy in being able to feel, especially after my brush with numbness when I was in emotional shock.
Another thing that became apparent was that I was there for her, in every way I could be. Some of us have the opportunity -- nay, privilege -- of being with our pet while they are dying, and others of us do not. But for all of us, if we love our pet as much as I did, we did all we were given the chance to do.
I learned from experiencing four years with Cathy that I am capable of giving, and receiving, unconditional love. This revelation surprised me.
I learned to be present in the moment. At one time when she was a little better, when she was on my chest purring, I let go of the possible future and outcome, and I stepped out any regrets about the past -- I was just with her. Simply with her. I felt her, warm, on my chest, rumbling with the loving purr, and I thought, "This is so nice. This feels good." That moment is eternal. I shall always keep it with me. It informs me that it is so important to be present and in the moment with our pets, and our loved ones, right now. The moments we make become like concrete, solidified in our souls, so that they may be treasured and kept for all eternity. It seems that if we are present in the moment, we might actually be able to live a million lifetimes, as each moment becomes pure and timeless.
I discovered the purpose of money, used to treat my little girl and make her as comfortable as possible. I used to think so wrongly about it. Money was a scorecard, and a way to acquire the shallow, the ultimately meaningless: The cool car, the nice house, the good-looking woman. I discovered that money had one fundamental purpose: To care for those you love. Any other use was an off-brand use.
I learned to listen to the voice of my Higher Power, who I call 'God'. I was repeatedly given impressions from this Power, impressions that were borne out as truth, in the fullness of time.
I found that the most important thing to do immediately upon grieving was to be surrounded by people who love me. I also found that it was important, after the initial shock subsided, to be alone, to grieve in earnest.
And finally, I learned the importance of memorializing the ones you love who depart. I memorialize her in many ways: How I live my life, the love I share with others, even this very article -- these are all memorials. I shall also create a loving headstone and place her remains in a tranquil place.
There have been many miracles surrounding this -- serendipitous events, large and small that I will not share here. They show me that my conclusions are sound and that my direction is good.
Please know one thing unconditionally: I understand what people who lose pets experience. It is my fondest hope that someone reading this gets something they need, and can find from it, some solace and some comfort.
You have given so many people the chance to tell of their
love of their special pets and that is a wonderful gift.
Their stories as well as Cathy’s has brought tears to my
eyes. I have two kitties under a year old...brother and
sister...and they have already won my heart. I have been
afraid for years to have another pet because I’ve had to
say goodbye to so many before, but it was the right time
for them to be here. :)
Thank you...
Oh, she was a fair beauty, your Cathy. I am so incredibly sorry for your loss, and at such a young age. I am glad that you got so much from your brief time with her, and I am sure that she got much from the relationship as well. Please accept my sympathies, as a cat person who has had to say goodbye to beloved pets before. It’s like someone grabbed a piece of your vital organs and just began to rip them out of you with a fiendish laugh.
Oh....Laz.....My screen is blurry as well as many others here.....your post was magnificent, the way you felt for your cat ....is the way I feel for my cat Winston.
Bless you and that wonderful cat.
I know GOD is with you.
Well, then come on over and sit by me...it’s been nineteen years since my cat.
It may be crazy by some standards, but I don’t much care.
What a gorgeous boy. Look at the expression....”You know I hate having my picture taken and yet you INSIST?”
Thanks for the note.
I have lost many pets over the years.
They were all special in their own little ways.
I keep getting more...
I am so very sorry for your loss. I’ve been there and am getting ready to take another trip in the next couple of days/weeks. Thank you for opening up with your beautiful memorial to Cathy. She was loved and she knew it. I hope I can get through this next one. 15 yo. kitty. Please say a prayer for Katie. God Bless You!
At least we’ll have each other for company in the loony bin.
:)
Fantanstic posting, Laz!
Reminded me of when a couple of dogs and cats of mine had to be put down at the vet. Traumatic times.
Laz, this is a beautiful post. (And your little girl was so beautiful too! Cathy was a lovely cat.) I am impressed that you are able to process things so quickly to be able to write about this. And I agree that some cats are really special (and dogs too, I’m sure, except that I’m much more familiar with cats), and very possibly sent for a reason. One of ours cats is “Daddy’s boy” (even though I don’t think my husband has ever fed him!) and I really think he was sent to us to help my husband through some very hard times. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us.
“I prayed for Cathy, and for you, my facebook friend. I think my prayers were answered. God blesses those who love animals. There will be a special place in Heaven for you.”
Couldn’t say it better. Enjoy kitty Heaven Cathy!!!
Thank-you.
“I so desperately want to believe that the life of these little beings remains some where...”
Spirited: Thomas Aquinas held that animals are redeemed through our love and care of them. C.S. Lewis agreed, saying that dogs for instance, only become doggie when loved by humans.
So what becomes of redeemed animals/pets? Lewis believed (and I agree) that since eternal Paradise is a very real physical place (earth renewed/perfected) and our heavenly Father loves us and wants us to be happy then our much-beloved tail-wagging, head-butting furry friends will be there.
OMG.... this is almost exactly, word-for-word, the truth that was revealed to me when I was in conscious contact with Higher Power. The reason I know it was God and not my subconscious is that when I asked the question "Do animals have souls", I got an answer that was contrary to a lifetime's worth of belief. If it had been my subconscious surfacing, the answer would have been "Of course they do." Instead, I got a definite "No." I surmised to God, then, that I would NOT see Cathy again. I got back a feeling of "incorrect". The two were cognitively disassociated, they ran counter to one another. I questioned this disconnect to God. It was revealed to me that Cathy (and other loved pets) would be recreated for me on the other side. I objected: "That's just a copy!" I got back a feeling of great love, and an assurance that no, this would not be a copy. It would really be her.
I didn't share this before now because it sounds so crazy. No audible voices were heard, not even words, just emotions that flowed over me from God. It's hard to describe.
Now I hear a Saint, Aquinas, confirming what God 'felt' to me. I guess I was truly in conscious contact with my Higher Power.
Blows my mind to have YET ANOTHER confirmation. We are so loved and treasured by God.
What a beauty! And she is looking at you through the eyes of love.
Oh, yeah. She is definitely waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge. Take heart my dear friend. You will meet again.
I know, my love. I have been told by none other than Higher Power. Thanks and I hope these thoughts comfort you and help you should you ever need to go through this....
I've received that assurance also. The reason it is not spelled out as such in His Word is that if it were, He would be obligated to "bring up" every mouse, fish, bird and insect that ever lived. This way He chooses some animals for eternal life, and others not.
Thank you for sharing your pain and your insight. Could you add me to the "Laz's Important Stuff" ping list? Thanks.
Have you always really known that, or is this one of the things you learned through this experience? I'm 56, and have struggled with that all my life. I keep trying to comprehend it in rational terms.
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