I wrote this on Saturday night as my sweet cat of 19 years lay dying quietly on my bed. Early Sunday morning, he slipped away.
Maybe it’s time to write Frankie’s eulogy. Maybe the time is now. Frank is not yet dead, but he is dying. He let me know several hours ago that his time had come. Now he is quiet and peaceful. He is comatose. His breathing is so faint that it can barely be detected. But he still breathes. He will not last the night. He is wrapped up in blankets and resting on my bed. He has not moved other than the faint rise and fall of his breath for hours. I don’t think he hears me anymore. I don’t think that he feels my touch anymore. His body is still lingering, but I think the spirit that is Frank has already moved on. He is not suffering, his death will be quiet, peaceful. He is 19 years old and he has had a very good life. Tomorrow, I will have to dig a hole in the earth next to his buddy Zack’s grave and lay him to rest. I am so very sad.
Frank is the best cat that ever was. He spent his whole life with us, from the time that we brought him home from the shelter when he was just a tiny kitten. He is a white cat with gray splotches, with one blue eye and one green eye. He is incredibly beautiful in body and spirit. My four year old son chose him, but as so often happens, Frank became my cat. Now that four year old boy is a 23 year old soldier and Frank is very old.
I always called Frank ‘Zen Cat’. Nothing ever seemed to disturb his innate tranquility. We had moves, we had disruption, we had tragedy, we had human drama. But Frank accepted everything with perfect equanimity. New pet in the house? Frank was okay with that. New human in the house? Even better, Frank loved people. Moving from here to there? Didn’t matter, Frank was the epitome of enlightenment and living in the moment.
Frank just seemed to know that this life was what you made of it and it was not everything. Now he sleeps. He sleeps deeply, even less disturbed than he was in his prime. His body is almost done here. Where will his spirit be? Where is it now, as his body slips into death?
I love you, Frank and I will miss you very, very much.