His name’s not really Puzzle–not in our world, though I’ve called him that more than a few times. But the blink-and-you’ll-miss-him black and white cat sleeping on Rowan’s bed in chapter two of Bound, the one who’s a little pissed about having his nap disrupted, has a real-world counterpart.
His name’s Charlie. That’s been his name since before we adopted him from the SPCA 12 years ago, and he’s even responded to it a few times.
^This basically sums up our relationship.
He doesn’t go out of his way to be mean, and he has sweet moments with one of our other cats. But he’s generally antisocial, has never liked to be touched our cuddled (save for the occasional scratch under the chin). He jumps at things that aren’t there, and I’m not entirely convinced that he doesn’t think we’re all figments of his imagination. Entertaining, yes. Snuggly… not so much.
He’s been my weirdo housemate for a dozen years, basically Sheldon Cooper in feline form: uncertain of how to give or accept affection (even when he kind of wants it), happiest when left alone to enjoy his favourite spot on the couch. He’s been with us through six moves and three provinces, two kids, four dogs and two rats.
And now it’s time to say goodbye.
Charlie’s had a good life, or at least a contented (if somewhat paranoid) one. But he’s sick. I won’t go into details, but we’ve seen the vet, we’ve tried treatments, they’re not working.
I’m taking him for his last vet appointment at noon today (so 10:30 Eastern, if you want to send happy thoughts). He won’t be pleased to be there again, but I’ll stay with him until the end no matter how cranky he gets.
And it will be hard. No matter what the circumstances, it’s not easy to say goodbye to someone you love.
There’s no lesson here, no big revelation to end the post. Death is hard, even when it’s merciful, even when letting go is the right thing.
He’ll live on, though, in my heart and on those pages.
Rest well, Puss.
April 24th, 2015 at 8:21 am
Bye Charlie. We never met but I felt I knew you well from Facebook. Wherever you are going from here, May be the couch be comfy and the catnip plentiful.
April 24th, 2015 at 8:33 am
I’ll pass that along, Kat. 🙂
April 24th, 2015 at 8:24 am
You know I understand. Toby, Raven, just to name a couple of our (and your) dogs that I have been with at the end.
April 24th, 2015 at 8:34 am
Yep. I was there for Sunshine, but I think she was the only one for me so far. It feels like a high price to pay for loving them, but it’s so worth it.
April 24th, 2015 at 9:14 am
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April 24th, 2015 at 4:59 pm
So sorry. Other people may say, Oh, it’s just a cat, but they really do become part of the family. We lost our cat Manny last year. We had him for almost 14 years.
April 27th, 2015 at 11:52 am
(Liking your comment for the sentiment, not for your loss. I’m so sorry.)