If You Love Cats or the Humans That Love Them
Nov 11 2008 | Comments 7
Say a little prayer (or whatever) for Holly (pictured) and for her human companion, Susan, who’s suffering now because Holly’s really sick. From Susan’s blog:
She’s just a cat. Just a cat. But she is also my best friend and I love her so much.
The apartment is empty without her and I am looking at one of her catnip mousies and her food bowl and tears are rolling down my face onto the keyboard.Stay Strong Holly. Sweet little fur ball
Hang in there, Susan. I’ve been there and it’s hard. For people who suffer from our troubles, a pet is never just a pet. My cat’s death broke my heart, and I’m not afraid to say it. Prepare for the worst but hope for the best. I’m pulling for you both.
liz | 11:31 AM | Uncategorized
Susan,
I’ve been in your situation once before and know the feelings you are processing. My cat (James)was my best friend, and when he passed away I cried for days and days. I still can’t look at his picture without some serious eye tearing.
I hope that Holly can pull through, but if not please always remember what a great and fantastic life you afforded her. She really appreciated it. And you also can cherish your happy memories of her. No one can ever take those away.
Dennis
I also hope Holly will recover. She will be in my thoughts. A pet can be a life-saver. I honestly would not be alive without my dog. The love a cat or a dog gives is immeasurable.
Prayers for Holly. Losing a pet can be unbearable. I lost my beloved cat Pushkin on September 9, 2006 on what I count as her 17th birthday. Her body just broke down and after months of selfishness I did the right thing and let her go home. While I can discuss her now, there are moments when I still cry when I think of her. I wrote this for her in a poetry workshop a month after she died:
CAT ELEGY: YOU ARE NOT HERE
(September 9, 2006)
While you were dying I stroked your coat.
It was not beautiful, it never was,
but I stroked your coat because it was yours
as years before I healed my de-married self
by stroking that same coat,
crying then as I cried this morning,
by loving you not because you were
my perfect magical healer, but because
you loved me and wanted me now not to hold you close
as I’d held you close, but to let you go
to Outside Over There, but you were not there
and now you are here.
Take comfort, Susan. Whether on earth or indwelling, you will keep Holly with you.
oh dear susan. my heart is with you. my beloved 12 yr old cat was recently diagnosed with lymphoma. we’re treating her medically, but i know the reality. i’ve cried everyday. you aren’t alone, but the sadness is so totally valid.
Susan~Baby girl, I so know what you are going through. Sweet Pea, I’m sorry that I have been too upset by my loss of Hello Newman to write.
I’m going to call you right now, lovie. You aren’t alone.
Thank you all. Vet will be calling later and I will know more, and will let you all know then.
Liz, you get the nicest, sweetest readers.
Liz and Readers,
it’s been about a week and Holly is at 90 percent her old self. If ever a cat had nine lives, Holly did, and just used one up.
She was really sick, the vet sedated her and had her there for a couple of days. But she is home now- still has a sprain on her back left leg, but she is eating, using her litter box, purring, and snuggling with me every night. I am blessed.
She really really is my therapy, my best friend and I would do anything for her.
I cannot begin to thank your kind readers for their advice and love. I am speechless and touched.
I am going to see if I can borrow a video camera and make a movie for your kind readers.
Love,
Susan Schechter.
Princeton, New Jersey
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