On a sunny may afternoon, with the windows open and the finches singing and the branches of the old oak tree slowly swaying in the breeze outside, my spouse and I sat beside each other on our living room couch, with Tabs, our beloved cat of 12 years, between us. I cradled him in my arms with his head draped over my right shoulder (always the right, never the left), while El Hub held his paws.
For most of the creatures in the world, that afternoon was business as usual, but for us, time slowed as we said our final goodbyes and thank yous to our furry friend.
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As it sometimes does, the cancer won.
I’ve experienced the loss of pets before, but never like this. Tabs was my constant companion and sounding board throughout the entire decade of my thirties, and with him by my side, I crossed major adult milestones — marriage, moving into our first home, exciting career changes, family emergencies, serious illnesses, pregnancy, child birth. He saw me at my best and my worst, and through it all, he was there with head boops, whisker kisses and brute force lap snuggles (did I mention he was 18 pounds?). His love was fierce yet sweet, and he will always be my big kitty love.
But this post isn’t about Tabs (well, not entirely). It’s about grief and how it changes us.
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A thread that binds us all
I think that most people understand that grief is very personal, and that no two people grieve in the exact same way. There is one thing, though, that binds us all together, and of all the lessons I’ve learned from my cat’s passing, this reminder was the most sobering: everyone we love will eventually die.
It’s a harsh reality. even though I understood this truth deep down inside, I think I wrapped myself in a cozy blanket of denial.
This was partly because I’ve been lucky to have lived almost 44 years on this earth without having to survive the loss of a close loved one. losing Tabs was my first real grown-up experience with death, and man — it was a vortex of raw, visceral emotion.
The bittersweet juxtaposition
There are many moments of happy sadness — both at the same time. After we’d gotten the news of his terminal diagnosis and Tabs came home from the vet, we were given a time frame of three to six weeks.
That’s how much time we thought we’d have with him, but it only [turned out to be] two… They were peppered with so many joyous moments, but each one was tinged with the pain of knowing he’d be gone soon.
During our last few days with him, I tried to brace myself for what was to come. I watched Ted talks on grief, listened to podcasts on dying, read articles and talked to friends, hoping to prepare myself for the inevitable, but…
You’ll never be the same again
Nothing prepared me for the fissure I felt when his breath slowed down and his heart finally stopped. The moment I could no longer feel the fluttery beat inside his chest, my heart cracked.
In that split second, I knew: I would never be the same person again. I would carry a small scar on my heart for the rest of my life.
Yet, swirling in a sea of sadness, I also felt joy, hope and relief. happy that he was no longer in the pain I didn’t think he was in at the time, but now think he may have been. full of hope that I’d see him again.
Before he left, I whispered into his ear that he didn’t have to be scared or worried because he wouldn’t be alone, and we would see him again.
Seeing everything through a different filter
Luulen että minulla on. This will seem silly to some people, but since Tabs passed, I swear, he’s sent me signs. I feel his soul with me when the leaves in the oak trees that dot his favorite hill suddenly stand still on a windy day, or when a single beam of sunlight dances on a hot pink patch of flowers, or when I look outside my office window in the morning and see the sunrise filtering through the moss on the tree trunks, or in the purplish pink hues on the horizon at sunset.
I see the world differently now and notice more of the small things I would’ve missed before. all of us are surrounded by small, stunning moments all day long, and all we have to do is look for them…
A basic lesson of life, but I didn’t really grasp it before. They were just nice words, but now I understand what it means to appreciate the little things, and I have my cat to thank for that.
I miss the mundane things the most
None of it has stopped me from missing him like crazy, though, and the funny thing is… The things I miss the most about him are things that drove me nuts while he was here. I miss him walking across the top of my pillow at night (ah, paws in my hair!). I miss him running into the kitchen to beg for food whenever he heard a can open. I miss seeing him dive onto a fresh pile of clean laundry…
For whatever it’s worth, I think love resides in the tiny spaces. many movies and books tieRakkaus suuria elämäntapahtumia ja suuria eleitä, mutta heillä on väärä imo. Rakkaus on jokapäiväiset rituaalit. Joten vaalia heitä.
Viimeiset kaulus-välilehdet käyttivät tätä yksinkertaista harmaa.
Ole rohkea
Jos haluat lisätä loukkaantumisen loukkaantumiseen, suru jättää sinut tuntemaan koko paska kiinni, ja sitten se edellyttää, että olet rohkea. Se ei pyydä tätä kohteliaasti. Se suoraan vaatii sitä.
Tajusin tämän samassa toukokuussa iltapäivällä, kun sanomme hyvästit välilehtiöihimme. Juuri kun eläinlääkäri hellästi kääritty hänen pieni, eloton ruumii huopa ja vei hänet talostomme viime kerralla, puolisoni ja minun piti poimia tyttäremme esikoulusta. Saimme autoon, niin hämmästyneitä ja silti järkyttyneitä, ja kun ajoimme koulun ajoneuvon parkkipaikalle, voisimme kuulla lapset nauramaan ja pelaamaan.
Tämä iloinen Singsong ääni muistutti meitä siitä, että maailma oli edelleen kääntynyt. Elämä tapahtui edelleen. Kyllä, olimme sydämellisiä, mutta joku vielä joutui tekemään illallista, saada lapset valmiiksi nukkumaan, maksamaan laskuja.
Se on rohkeutta, joka on välttämätöntä.
Ja niin, joka aamu, nousen ylös, teen sängyn, pese kasvoni, juoda kahvia, istu alas näppäimistöllä, ja pidän pitää kiinni. Vaikka tuntuu äärimmäisen epäoikeudenmukaiselta, että aurinko nousee ja asetetaan, ja linnut pitävät laulamaan, vaikka joku kuljettaa reiän sydämessään, elämä marssivat eteenpäin.
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Lopuksi, upea kitty vauva, kiitos uudelleen. Kiitos, että olit niin epäitsekäs ja antanut. Kaipaan sinua, korvasi tuftisi, matala-roikkuva vatsa ja kykysi herättää minut ruokkimaan sinua useimmilla aamulla. Kaipaan suurta ja huolehtivaa sydäntäsi. Kiitos, että opetat minulle nämä elämän ja rakkauden oppitunnit. Sinun tulee ikuisesti vaalia.
Ystävällinen naapuruston kauneuden addikti,
Karen