Today I had to let my longtime furry friend go. She was a black and white cat that lived to an old age of 22. I was her caretaker for the past 14 years. She was a feisty, independent, and intelligent cat. She was a strong willed but gentle and devoted cat, surviving the menufoods cat food poisoning incident a few years ago.
She had been on the decline this past year. The past few weeks, she really slowed down, not climbing on the couch, eating only little bits, and having a hard time retaining her balance. At my wife's urging to listen to my conscience, and I took her into the vet to ease her suffering and put her in a better place. I know that she is free, but it hurts so much. I feel guilty and sad. I miss her greatly.
I will always remember her running pell mell through my condo when I first got her. I will always remember when she was younger that she would meow in the middle of the night until I would wake up and then she would stop. I remember when she would hide under the coffee table when she wanted to play, or would attack my feet and then look up with the look of "What, I was bored". She would stand at the window and meow when I came home from work. She was jealous of my wife when we were first dating, but grew to accept her as well. Of all our animals, she was the one who first investigated my son when we brought him home after he was born. In the past two years, even deaf as a post and slow, she would raid the kitchen table. She was the princess cat.
This evening, I saw a rainbow in the sky, briefly. Could it be a sign?