I had to put my dear cat Elvis to sleep yesterday.
Since I started this blog I always felt a responsibility to write about what’s happening in my life but this morning when I was walking Raymond around the block with tears streaming down my face I thought that today’s blog would simply say; “I have no words”.
Now I’m home in front of my computer and of course I have words.
I had never owned a cat before and there was really something missing in my life. I didn’t want the responsibility of a dog but I wanted something.
Everyone told me cats are easy. They are not demanding but they do add warmth to your home.
I spoke to my niece Randy who is a cat rescuer.
She assured me that she would find the perfect cat for me. She finally decided on this little grey and white guy who loved being held and wouldn’t stop purring.
It was love at first sight. I named him Elvis after my first love.
He was wonderful. The not demanding thing didn’t seem to play out but I didn’t mind that. If I was there he was rubbing against me or sitting on me.
There are a lot of things they tell you about life after divorce but one of the things I didn’t think about was that there is no one who needs you and no one you have to go home to.
At first there’s freedom in that but after awhile…
I was used to going out to dinner with couples and feeling okay with that.
One thing that never got old was when I was with my girlfriends and they had to call home or pick up something for the person in their lives and I only had me.
But Elvis changed all that. He filled the hole in my heart that I didn’t even know I had. Now I was the one who had to go home because there was someone waiting for me.
But I’m a worrier. One of the things that Randy told me when she gave me Elvis was that she didn’t usually give kittens to anyone over 65 for obvious reasons.
Because of that I constantly looked for someone to take Elvis when he, as he no doubt would, outlived me.
I didn’t want him to go back to Randy because there were too many cats there (at last count, 30).
Liz was a real cat person but she has bears near her house.
My niece Laura would be perfect because she loves cats but her husband is allergic.
I finally decided on Laura’s son, Scott. When he met Elvis they actually melted into each other. I was very comfortable with that decision.
That settled I wondered if Elvis needed company. Someone other than me. So I got him a dog.
Julie found me Raymond who was an 11 year old boston terrier who had one foot on a banana peel and the other on death row.
Raymond wasn’t crazy about Elvis. As I’ve said often, he couldn’t pick him out of a line up because every time E walked by Ray would turn his head.
But Elvis was in love. He followed Ray from room to room and had his eyes on him constantly.
My little family was finally perfect.
Since the two of them were so great I bored everyone to tears with their antics. Photos galore on Facebook and Twitter were greeted with the ooos and ahhs they deserved.
It seems that kittens, especially kittens who lived in groups are susceptible to a virus called FIP Feline Infectious Peritonitis, Corona Virus.
It’s only catching to other cats. In many cats it stays just as a virus but it can mutate and there is no cure.
I won’t go onto this any further except to say when I saw that he wasn’t feeling well after much discussion with my sister and my niece, Julie, I took him to the Animal Medical Center.
She wanted to come with me but I said I was sure it was nothing and I didn’t need her.
I was only at the AMC for a few minutes when I turned around and Julie was standing beside me.
The Vet seemed as broken hearted as we were when he told me that nothing could be done.
He was a darling boy and I held him in my arms when they put him to sleep forever.
Look, I am fully aware that there are way worse things going on in the world than the death of a little cat.
But not in my house.