Fisal
I think it's their personality that gets to us. For the most part when it comes to practicality pets are useless. We feed them and nurture them and they give us affection and loyalty in return. Our natural desire to be loved must have something to do with it. And we give them love in return. It's a very basic and uncomplicated thing.
Last Sunday returning from church we found Fisal, our attack cat, laying beside her water dish, not looking well. She had not been using her litter box for several days; I found out later, a sign she wasn't feeling well. Monday after work we took her to the vet.
Wanda had brought Fisal home as a kitten sixteen years ago. The cat had almost become the daughter that love of my life never had. She was a comfort through all the vicissitudes of Wandas twenties and thirties. She lay beside her when Wanda was ill and snuggled when she was cold. I came along and Fisal eventually warmed to me but only after several encounters of claw and thrown pillow.
We joked when we bought our home in the mountains we were buying a retirement home for the cat. She loved it here. Her youthful curiosity returned as she explored the outside, something she could not do in the urban Baltimore environment. There is a favorite spot in the back where she would lay in the sun and sleep.
Dr. Mitzi gave us unwelcome news that Fisal had lost most of her kidney function, not unusual in cats. We left her at the clinic for treatment. If she wasn't better Thursday AM we would have to make "a decision".
The message from the clinic was on the phone when we returned from work Wednesday and I knew from Wand's sobs what the message said.
We picked her up Thursday after work and buried her in her favorite sunny spot in the back yard.
Last Sunday returning from church we found Fisal, our attack cat, laying beside her water dish, not looking well. She had not been using her litter box for several days; I found out later, a sign she wasn't feeling well. Monday after work we took her to the vet.
Wanda had brought Fisal home as a kitten sixteen years ago. The cat had almost become the daughter that love of my life never had. She was a comfort through all the vicissitudes of Wandas twenties and thirties. She lay beside her when Wanda was ill and snuggled when she was cold. I came along and Fisal eventually warmed to me but only after several encounters of claw and thrown pillow.
We joked when we bought our home in the mountains we were buying a retirement home for the cat. She loved it here. Her youthful curiosity returned as she explored the outside, something she could not do in the urban Baltimore environment. There is a favorite spot in the back where she would lay in the sun and sleep.
Dr. Mitzi gave us unwelcome news that Fisal had lost most of her kidney function, not unusual in cats. We left her at the clinic for treatment. If she wasn't better Thursday AM we would have to make "a decision".
The message from the clinic was on the phone when we returned from work Wednesday and I knew from Wand's sobs what the message said.
We picked her up Thursday after work and buried her in her favorite sunny spot in the back yard.
posted by The MacBean Gene at 7:33 AM
7 Comments:
I am so sorry for your loss and for you wife as well. Poor kitty and poor family to lose her.
Oh, no, so sorry to hear about your loss! You've must be so sad. You have my deepest sympathy.
"Every animal, except from the human, knows very well that the main purpose of life is to enjoy it." [Butler, Samuel]
Which I'm sure that Fisal was an expert on with the good life at groundhog mountain!
Thanks, 3C, it would be nice if our pets outlived us. Wanda is feeling better now but it's one of those things one never gets over.
Mrs. L., Fisal did enjoy the good life up here. Butlers quote is so true. Although the beagle sisters can't replace the cat, they provide the joy and companionship that would be lost if we didn't have them.
What a wonderful life you gave her, and how wonderful that she loved you for it. I'm sure you've seen the Rainbow Bridge story, but I'm also convined that it's true. Big hugs to you and the Mrs.
Sorry about that. Our pets are every bit as important to us as any other member of the family. When they are ailing, when they die, it hits as hard as the loss of a human family member.
Thanks for the link, Omnibus. Wanda and I got all tearey when we read it. Nice to see you visiting.
Thanks, Ally.
Yeah, Benning, when animals are with one that long it is difficult to part with them. I guess in a way we never really do.
Sixteen years is a long time to share with a fellow creature; you'll both miss her much.
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