Animals

There are 5 cats that live where I live. They’re all fantastic in their own right. 2 used to be mine. They’ve lived here with my parents for 3 years and have attached themselves to my parents. They’re happy, content, and well taken care of. They are deeply loved. I love cats and I enjoy living with them. They help with loneliness.

My cats will be 16 this year. The male is actually my son’s. He doesn’t interact with his cat very much, but he knows the cat is his and asks about him periodically when we talk on FaceTime. My son has experienced pet loss several times while living in Colorado. When he first moved in with his dad their house was full of animals. Over the years most have died and now there’s a single cat left.

My son has experienced more pet loss than I have. I was with my mom when she had to have their old, sick black lab put down. I stood by while he was put to sleep. I’d never seen that before. It shook me a little. It looked so peaceful, though. I was thankful that old dog wasn’t in pain anymore. Watching his life end just felt surreal.

Death should be peaceful. Not violent or scary. I hope that when I die it’s when I’m old and have lived a good life and it’s in my sleep. That’s how I want to go. I want to be satisfied with life and had experienced living my dreams. Yeah, that’s what I want.

This is a weird blog, I know. It’s mostly morbid. That’s just the way it is sometimes.