Up until the moment I had to decide to put him to sleep, he still purred when I pet him and looked at me with all the trust and love in the world.
Sometimes it feels like he is still here.
I adopted Mikey and his brother Prince who died last year, when I was 20, single, living on my own. Those two adorable beings became my family, my comfort, my heart and soul. I took them with me when I would visit family.
My mom lovingly bought an extra litter box and stash of food that she kept at her house just for her “Grandcats”. I kept them as indoor cats, close to me; fearful they would run away or get lost if they went outside.
A lot changed over the years. My partner and I married and we became parents of two amazing human children. The cats became family pets that happily lived most of their days outside, never once running away.
Now that they are gone, the loss I feel stretches deep. It is saying good bye to the time in my life when I was single and experiencing the world in a very different way than I do now.
The emotion is also of shock that 19 years have gone by. It is a stark, chilling reminder that all beings die and I will one day also.
The experience has made life jump out at me and say “pay attention!” It has allowed for an awareness to shift my focus on what will really matter at the end.
If you have experienced a similar journey, please share your thoughts.
What would you regret if not experienced or achieved by
the end of your life?