It is with great sadness that I report the passing of my kitty, Truman. He was assisted on his journey by his vet, who came to the house today around 2:00. I had spoken with her the day before, and so I spent Truman's last night with him...on a Thai Massage Mat laid out on the kitchen floor. He's been so despondent and weak lately, I'm hoping he knew I was there for him.
Today was even more difficult, and I could not bring myself to be present for his passing. I just did not want that memory in my mind, so I gave him some love and wished him a peaceful journey, then let Tom and the vet take over. I have to say Tom did an admirable job...staying with Trumie until the end, then wrapping him carefully in a cloth and laying him to rest. We just went and got a red hydrangea plant that will go right above my sweet little baby, so that his beauty will live on.
It's an odd feeling...sadness, grief, guilt, and relief all at once. I know he is released from his misery and pain, but I will miss him terribly, especially when things around the house remind me of him...his favorite spot on the sofa, the recycling box he'd sleep in at my feet, his spot on the bed, the absence of his impatient meow when breakfast is served, the sound of his purr as I fall asleep. For all of my sadness, I have countless happy memories of Trumie and feel so lucky that he chose me to be his mommy. All he wanted to do in his life was to give and receive love. He did both better than most and I know the soul of him, the thing that made him so precious and lovely, lives on.
So if you have pets in your life, give them some extra lovies today.
