RIP Chairman
As any of you know who have come over to our house in the last year, we've got a couple neighborhood cats that have adopted us, including a cute little old lady named Chairman Meow, who has been part of our house for about a year, and could be found every night on either my lap or Adrienne's, completely content.
She also absolutely loved heat, she'd go and sit and watch the fire for hours, or sit on the heating grate. Between heat and people, her world was pure joy. She was pretty much the friendliest cat I've ever seen. She loved to come up and give people a little nudge with her head until they petted her. Unlike every other cat in the world, she loved to be picked up, never ran away, never got angry, never scratched. She was pure affection.
Last night, she showed up with a huge lump on her back, which turned out to be a herniated bladder - the vet says she either got hit by a car or fell from something too high. Since she was 15 years old, the surgery would have been too much for her, so our neighbors (who she belonged to), put her down.
What stuns me is how upset I am. Chairman quietly became part of my family, and she was so happy and innocent, and to have her gone forever from a freak accident, when I didn't even get to say goodbye, is heartbreaking. It's almost harder for me to see animals hurt than people because they don't know why they're being put down, or why they're in pain.
I think my own fear and hatred of mortality makes me less able to deal with this sort of stuff than the rest of you normal people, I don't think it's okay that anyone has to go. I can't wrap my head around how it's okay that we never get to see someone again when they're gone, forever. Whether it's a cat or a person, it's just as permanent, and just as wrong.
Sorry to see you go, Chairman. I find myself missing you every time I sit on the couch. Life is really unfair sometimes.
Bye, kiddo.