Parting Thoughts

Today, after a difficult week, Bogart (usually referred to as Bogie or Monster) went to the vet for one last visit. He'd had chronic renal failure, which became acute renal failure, complicated by a heart murmur and serious anemia. A friend, writing to see how I was doing, responded to the news with this:
My neighbor..., who has seen many beloved felines leave over the years, always reminds me that cats unlike people don't have goals or aspirations in life; they are not waiting to see a grandchild graduate from college or for a chance to visit the pyramids. Nor do they spend years dreading the idea of death and a final end, because they likely have no concept of a final end. What they want most is the love of their human, and as long as you provide that and they can recognize it, they have a good life. If their death comes surrounded by your love, it is a good death. I chose to believe this, as who really knows what goes on in the minds of cats. All we know for sure is that they continue to go on in our minds, long after they are gone, and I think that after a while that is a lovely thing.

1 comment:

Wendy said...

Thinking of all of you on this hard day.