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She was an old barn cat, around the place for a dozen years or more. Superb mouser and yard hunter. Came from feral parents, aloof by nature, and breeding, a little wild at heart I suppose.  In time she developed some slight affection for some of my family, me included, eventually a regular welcomed visitor to my porch, even crawling upon my lap for pat and scratch under her chin but always declining to be held by any human being. She would come when I called her, running full tilt and jumping fences, ignoring the food just wanting companionship and attention. Over the years she and I became good friends. She came every day, morning and evening to say hello and oh yes, get an offered meal. Rubbing her sleek cat body on my feet and legs, offering up her affection with an audible purring for everyone to hear even from some distance. Her age was starting to show, thinner, slower, she was getting on just as I am, perhaps we both knew it. Last night she came to the glass door and looked so forlorn. Though cold outside I put on a coat and brought her out some food, and I sat in my chair. She sniffed the food with disinterest then came over to flop upon my feet softly meowing, I could feel her little purr motor vibrating on my shoes. I reached down and gave her a tummy scratch, she always loved that. We resided like that for a while, her upon my feet, me in my chair. Becoming too cold I started to rise to go back inside, but she did not move, I reached down and felt no purr vibration, she was unmoving and silent. In that moment I knew that she had passed from this earth. I picked up her now limp unresisting body and placed her on my lap, my eyes teared knowing that she was gone. So sudden, one minute there and then just gone. Not a bad way to go, rather than some long-drawn -out affair, with doctors, useless operations, hospice and lingering formidable pain. Just lay down and go to sleep. We should all be that lucky when our time comes.
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Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC
Bitter Sweet Farewell
She was an old barn cat, around the place for a dozen years or more. Superb mouser and yard hunter. Came from feral parents, aloof by nature, and breeding, a little wild at heart I suppose.  In time she developed some slight affection for some of my family, me included, eventually a regular welcomed visitor to my porch, even crawling upon my lap for pat and scratch under her chin but always declining to be held by any human being. She would come when I called her, running full tilt and jumping fences, ignoring the food just wanting companionship and attention. Over the years she and I became good friends. She came every day, morning and evening to say hello and oh yes, get an offered meal. Rubbing her sleek cat body on my feet and legs, offering up her affection with an audible purring for everyone to hear even from some distance. Her age was starting to show, thinner, slower, she was getting on just as I am, perhaps we both knew it. Last night she came to the glass door and looked so forlorn. Though cold outside I put on a coat and brought her out some food, and I sat in my chair. She sniffed the food with disinterest then came over to flop upon my feet softly meowing, I could feel her little purr motor vibrating on my shoes. I reached down and gave her a tummy scratch, she always loved that. We resided like that for a while, her upon my feet, me in my chair. Becoming too cold I started to rise to go back inside, but she did not move, I reached down and felt no purr vibration, she was unmoving and silent. In that moment I knew that she had passed from this earth. I picked up her now limp unresisting body and placed her on my lap, my eyes teared knowing that she was gone. So sudden, one minute there and then just gone. Not a bad way to go, rather than some long-drawn -out affair, with doctors, useless operations, hospice and lingering formidable pain. Just lay down and go to sleep. We should all be that lucky when our time comes.
Most of the outside cats we have had, when their time was near seemed to know it and they would find a bush or some dark seclusion to lay down and go in peace. Modest and aloof to the end. Seeking privacy, I guess. What a marvelous gift she bestowed upon me, to share her last breaths and minutes with me. I will miss her sweet ways and visits. Adieu, dear sweet feline friend.
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Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 4:10 PM UTC
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