This isn’t a oh it’s a lovely fall day kind of post. I guess if you need that you should go and visit another blog for today. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, but for now it’s time.
This is a “it’s time” kind of day for my 89 year old neighbour, and her 17 year old cat, Columbus.
How does she come to the conclusion that it’s time, when a companion cat that has lived with various members of her family, and is older then most of her grandchildren, gets old. Suddenly forgets where the litter box is, and what it’s for, although she aches as she cleans up the mess. She knows little by little it’s time.
And although she tells me that she is not ready, we both know that the cat is now ready. It’s his time.
And it doesn’t feel like it should be time. He was eating well, happy, deaf, and loud, with a routine so established that he knew before she did when morning comes. It came every morning at 5 am. And then so quickly, he isn’t himself.
How does she look at what was once a playful kitten, and now see a elderly frail skinny cat. One that played with her grandchildren, and crossed the country to live with her a few years ago, and now it’s time.
How does she look at the cat, and not see her own mortality. Even though it doesn’t bother her to look it in the eye, and say, yes, one day.
But now, for the cat, it is time.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams