cat's funeral
Jun. 4th, 2011 12:04 pmArrived back in Sydney 6 hours ago, got home 4 hours ago, buried the cat 2 hours ago.
The worst part was coming home and not hearing her squeak for me. Not being able to cuddle her, or have her wind around my ankles, or hear her bound up the stairs or along the hallway. All the usual things that happen when I get home.
The next few days are going to be the worst. I could put it all off while I was away, but now I'm home, it all comes back with a vengeance.
I've cried most of the morning, and still have a tendency to tear up at random moments. Like standing in the entryway waiting for the patter of her feet as she came to greet me after a long absence. Or leaving the front door open, because she's not going to try to rush out. Putting down the door curtain to my bedroom - the one that keeps the heat in, while having one corner pinned up so the cat could get through. Writing this.
When they brought her out at the vet, they weren't sure they should show me to her because she was frozen in the position she was when she died and it wasn't 'pretty'. But I insisted and it was worth it to stroke her fur again, even if she was cold and silent instead of warm and purring.
She's been a daily part of my life for fourteen years. And now she's not.
We buried her over at the parentals, because our block is slated for medium-density development and I didn't want her dug up in a few years' time. I planted an old gardenia over her - one I got the year I bought her home. And I know she's out of pain now, but...I miss her like crazy. It's going to be a hard, cold winter.
Cat's Funeral
by E.V. Rieu
Bury her deep, down deep,
Safe in the earth's cold keep,
Bury her deep-
No more to watch bird stir;
No more to clean dark fur;
No more to glisten as silk;
No more to revel in milk;
No more to purr.
Bury her deep, down deep;
She is beyond warm sleep.
She will not walk in the night;
She will not wake to the light.
Bury her deep.
--
I'll try to get around to a final European trip update in a few days.
The worst part was coming home and not hearing her squeak for me. Not being able to cuddle her, or have her wind around my ankles, or hear her bound up the stairs or along the hallway. All the usual things that happen when I get home.
The next few days are going to be the worst. I could put it all off while I was away, but now I'm home, it all comes back with a vengeance.
I've cried most of the morning, and still have a tendency to tear up at random moments. Like standing in the entryway waiting for the patter of her feet as she came to greet me after a long absence. Or leaving the front door open, because she's not going to try to rush out. Putting down the door curtain to my bedroom - the one that keeps the heat in, while having one corner pinned up so the cat could get through. Writing this.
When they brought her out at the vet, they weren't sure they should show me to her because she was frozen in the position she was when she died and it wasn't 'pretty'. But I insisted and it was worth it to stroke her fur again, even if she was cold and silent instead of warm and purring.
She's been a daily part of my life for fourteen years. And now she's not.
We buried her over at the parentals, because our block is slated for medium-density development and I didn't want her dug up in a few years' time. I planted an old gardenia over her - one I got the year I bought her home. And I know she's out of pain now, but...I miss her like crazy. It's going to be a hard, cold winter.
Cat's Funeral
by E.V. Rieu
Bury her deep, down deep,
Safe in the earth's cold keep,
Bury her deep-
No more to watch bird stir;
No more to clean dark fur;
No more to glisten as silk;
No more to revel in milk;
No more to purr.
Bury her deep, down deep;
She is beyond warm sleep.
She will not walk in the night;
She will not wake to the light.
Bury her deep.
--
I'll try to get around to a final European trip update in a few days.
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Date: 2011-06-04 09:42 pm (UTC)I'm going to try to get out socially at least once a week, I think, so yes, I'd love to catch up some time. Maybe a lunchtime sometime, since I'm not working? I could get in to North Sydney if you've got a day when you could find time for lunch? Or a drink after work?
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Date: 2011-06-06 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 04:53 am (UTC)Take your time to grieve.
...I miss her like crazy.
Gluggy, Tumble, Fluffy, Fred, Max, T-Bone, Oliver Marten and Minka - I still think about them almost every day.
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Date: 2011-06-04 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 12:52 pm (UTC)huge hugs
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Date: 2011-06-04 09:47 pm (UTC)And I'm quite sure it will be well-cared for by my parents and not disturbed so long as they own the house.
*hugs back*
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Date: 2011-06-04 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 09:48 pm (UTC)As I was saying to a friend, it's all the little things that I miss most. Like going to bed last night and not having her curl up on the other side of the bed, or waking up this morning at 5:30 and missing her squeaks demanding why I wasn't up and feeding her. Pushing my computer chair back and not involuntarily glancing back to check that I hadn't run her over, or going downstairs to fix breakfast and not having her demand food or sit at the end of the kitchen watching me...
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Date: 2011-06-05 02:19 am (UTC)Its lovely that you got to see her again and say a final goodbye, and the gardenia is such a beautiful touch.
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Date: 2011-06-05 11:11 am (UTC)I needed to see her again, pat her again one last time at least. I wish I'd taken more time before I left but that last day was just so crazy busy...
Regrets, regrets.
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Date: 2011-06-05 12:14 pm (UTC)You just have to acknowledge the fact that you had 14 wonderful years- everyday she knew that you would be there.
*hugs*
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Date: 2011-06-05 08:17 am (UTC)I'm still very raw, especially when we have had to explain it to a 2.5 yr old as she's gone on an adventure (his words) with Jesus (our words) bit he said she still might be back soon.
That poem was beautiful - thank you for helping me too xx
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Date: 2011-06-05 11:10 am (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2011-06-05 02:00 pm (UTC)I just really wanted to leave you some *supportive hugs* and tell you that you are not alone.
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Date: 2011-06-05 09:39 pm (UTC)It seems it's been a bad month for cats - you're the fifth person I've heard has lost a cat this month.
And yes, it's the absence that's the worst - the 'turn and they're not there' that stings.
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Date: 2011-06-06 07:00 pm (UTC)Really? Wow, that is so sad. :-(
It's been hardest whenever I pop upstairs, as I'm always half-expecting to find him asleep on one of the beds. One of the few things that has helped, is that we also have another cat (Willow). She's been a wonderful source of distraction and delight, and has helped to slightly ease the grief. She seems to be handling his absence a lot better than us humans.
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Date: 2011-06-06 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-06 01:14 pm (UTC)