On the loss of her, beloved, cat, translated…
The skies turned light slowly.
Sissy did NOT leave in the night.
The following morn, September 22nd, the breezes came, she’d become, out of it. I’d, patted her, touched her face, found that she wasn’t, willing to, move at all, there was, only the movements from her tiny heart inside her ribcage, and I’d known, that this was it.
“Sissy”, I’d called out to her in my mind.
Her time is here, I’m, facing it straight on, calm, and emotional at the same time, peaceful, but sad altogether. Forever now, happening, in this, very moment here. She was, carried up, wrapped around in a large towel, I’d carried her downstairs, placed her on the long table in the sunroom. I’d still, prepared the foods for the stray cats out and about, made myself a cup of coffee, sat down.
What, does she want this very moment? I’d, given her my hand, placed it between her paws, with my other hand on my coffee cup, drinking, looking out at the skies, looking at the skies, and back, at her. I wanted to sigh, but couldn’t; wanted to cry, but I couldn’t either. Every single second that came to pass, I’d, sip by sip, swallowed in, to my heart. This was, on a, Sunday morning, the four weeks that happened before, that’s led up to here, had been, calmer.
“Sissy”, I’d finally called to her.
Her eyes didn’t turn, with drool out of the corner of her lips, her body stiffened, heart still beating. I’d, gotten up, wrapped my arms around her, told her, word for word, “Sissy, thank you, I love you”. “Sissy, thank you, I love you”. That was, my final words to her, so, limited.
At about 10:45, Sissy started, twitching, convulsing, it’s her time now. My tears broke loose, “Sissy, I’m grateful to you, I love you!”, “My dearest Sissy, I’m so grateful to you, I love you!”
The twitching stopped, and she was, gone.
I melted down.
And so, these, were the final moments of her beloved cat’s life, and she was there, beside her dearly beloved cat, she’d walked through life with her cat by her side, and now, she must, go on on her own…