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Final Farewell


   Apr 06

Final Farewell

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The memorial tree

On Friday morning, I turned off the outside lights and stopped to pet Henry on my way to the kitchen. She was lying on her side, paws relaxed, and fast asleep. The room temperature on the heater read 60, which pleased me, thinking that Henry Etta had been warm all night. Lately I’ve left the heat up higher at night for her comfort.

As soon as I touched her, I knew something was wrong. She was cold and stiff. I felt her nose for breath, put my ear to her side to listen for that brave little heart, but all was silent.

I called Megan and wailed the news into the phone. “I’ll be right over,” she said, and she was. By the time she got there, I was kneeling by Henry Etta’s bed, petting her scruffy fur and sobbing “My little love, my little love” over and over again. June and Audrey were uninterested in the drama, wandering in and out of the house and following their own agendas. I kept asking Meg to check if Henry was really gone, even though it was obvious that my courageous little cat had breathed her last.

It looked like she died in her sleep. That last night, I had her up on the couch with me again, petting her and telling her I loved her. I put her in her bed myself before I went up to bed that night. She looked very peaceful.

We wrapped her in a soft, thick blue towel and drove to the property. Jonathan was on his way to work, but he started digging the grave for us. Like many seemingly simple tasks, there is a technique to this. Pick axe first, then shovel. It was pouring, and the heavy soil clayey and sandy. It took a while to dig deep enough to make sure that no animals would disturb her. By the time we finished, we were wet and filthy.

I took Henry from the car and walked her slowly to the tree, talking to her all the way, telling her about her new neighbors, Jed and Bear, dogs who loved cats, and Luna, a cat almost as small as Henry Etta herself. She’s in good company there. I kissed her goodbye and thanked her for her gift of love, for coming into my life. Megan laid her gently in her resting place, and allowed me to start replacing the soil before joining in to help. She apologized for tamping down the soil, but I preferred to think of it as tucking her in and keeping her safe.

I placed driftwood on her grave before we left, and yesterday I added some yellow daisies from my garden:

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We’ll plant something permanent there soon.

On the short drive home, I told Meg that I think there’s something therapeutic about digging the grave, getting dirty, wrapping up your loved one, and laying him or her to their final rest with your own hands, instead of distancing yourself from death the way society generally does. And I’m glad I can visit her.

Oddly, she died on the very day she was to go to the vet. Megan called Dr. Karen, and she said that although she could have given Henry Etta antibiotics for the eye infection, whatever she died of was beyond antibiotics or anything else Dr. Karen could have done. She was, after all, a very old cat, and had fought so long and so bravely. Dr. Karen sent me a kiss and a hug, and called later to check up on me.

I’m glad Henry Etta was spared that last trip to the vet, and that she died peacefully in her sleep, safe and warm, knowing that she was so loved. The hard part is going on without her.

My little love.

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8 Comments

  1. Joy says:

    A very touching entry. I think all your readers loved hearing about Henry-Etta . So glad that Meg and Jonathan were there with you.
    More memories to store away.
    jx

  2. Jennifer says:

    I wish we could all go so peacefully.

  3. suzy says:

    While we were digging, Megan said “Sign me up for her death!” So true.

  4. I buried my sweet Ariel under a magnolia in a friend’s backyard. (I live in an apartment building.) I agree that it is good to do this ritual oneself.

    Even so, I cried just about every day for months. They make such a snug place for themselves in our hearts…

  5. Guy says:

    Henry knew what he was doing when he chose you has a friend, she had had a long and sometimes tough life, but when the time was near and she felt the need, she came in your life. You gave her what she needed most, love and respect, she will always be thankful to you.

  6. Mike says:

    I can’t help but think back to when you met Henry and the long journey you’ve both shared. It seems to me that her new life in the country allowed her to let go and live out happily what little time she had left.

  7. suzy says:

    Thanks for all the kind words, everyone.

    Pascale – Your beautiful Ariel died too soon. ~hugs~ But we were lucky to have them in our lives. It’s never long enough, is it?

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