Thursday 26 June 2014

How to fall in love again

It has been said that no one is born with the skills to cope with infertility and pregnancy loss. I recently discovered that those acquired skills can be applied to other challenges. Just as I had done after a BFN or miscarriage, upon learning that my cat Angus had a terminal diagnosis, I went into Research and Planning mode. We decided that we wanted him to be cremated. There is a greenhouse window box behind the sink in our kitchen. He wasn't allowed up there, but when he could, he would sneak into that space to watch the outside world and nibble on my chives. I thought that would be the best spot for him. I selected some items to be included with him during the cremation. As the ashes will be on display in our kitchen, I didn't want them to be kept in something that could be recognised as an urn, so I went to a local pottery shop and found a nice vase. The sales woman gave me a 10% discount when I told her about the intended purpose.

I also started looking for our next cat. While we know we can never replace him in our hearts, there are so many animals who need homes, and we think this is a pretty good one to get. Husband argued that Angus would actually want us to give the opportunity of domestic life to another cat, as he experienced the benefits and alternatives first hand. Angus was a feral cat who was trapped when he was 2-3 months old. He and his sisters were found eating out of a dumpster behind a restaurant. If they hadn't been rescued, they may not have lived more than a year. I sat next to him and searched a few local shelters. Perhaps, I was trying to gain his blessings, or just trying to assuage my own guilt.

I was looking for another ginger tom. Like human men with English or England Commonwealth accents; that's my type. I kept re-visiting the profile of a four year old cat named Hugo. The picture displayed was only a close-up of his face, but there was something about his pensive look that was drawing me to him. I kept checking the page every day to see if he was still available. I figured there wouldn't be too high of a demand for an older cat, so he could likely hold out until Angus's passing and our time for grieving. Then one day, I noted that they changed the picture. Apparently they took him to a Kitty Glamour Shots session.


Okay...maybe not... Although it's not the cat's fault that someone thought that a bit of gold bling would make him look more appealing. It just really hit me that falling in love with another cat would not be as seamless as I thought it would be. Taking care of the tangible details of Angus's death was an easy task, dealing with the emotional fallout was not. How could I expect to replace an eleven year relationship in merely an instant?

This was the first picture I saw of Angus. After expressing interest in a few other cats, only to discover that they had just been adopted, I had a strong feeling that he was the one for me. I moved quickly to meet him and my initial instincts were confirmed; he was meant to be my cat, but even then I didn't know just how special he would be to me. "He is very shy, but I think he has the potential to be a very loyal cat." were the words from his foster mother as we finalised his adoption. She was quite accurate with the shy description. He was so skittish that he hid from me for the first month after I brought him home. My parents and some other friends suggested that I consider returning him. "I can't do that. The next family would have the same issues if he were to be adopted again. I'm just stuck with a dud of a cat." Then one day I noted that he was rubbing his eye with his paw. I was able to get close enough to see that it was crusted shut. He likely had conjunctivitis.

I quickly made an appointment for the vet without giving any thought to how I would get him to the vet. Every time I approached him, he ran away, and he was a quick little bugger! I chased him around my apartment for thirty minutes before I trapped him in my room and dragged him out from underneath my bed. We were forty-five minutes late to the appointment. The receptionist took a look at the scratches on my arms and agreed to let us be seen. Once we were in the exam room, I took him out of his carrier. He didn't try to run or hide, so I picked him up and held him in my arms. He didn't squirm or protest, so I held him until the vet arrived. Sure enough, it was conjunctivitis. The vet gave him an oral antibiotic and a steroid eye drop. When we got home, I thought I'd go to the gym and give him some peace and quiet in order to unwind from his earlier ordeal. As I was leaving, I saw him sitting under my table with a sad look to his face. I approached him and he didn't run. I carefully picked him up and moved over to the sofa. I placed him on my lap and he absolutely melted. He began purring loudly and licked my hands. I never made it to the gym that night and spent the next two hours bonding with my cat.

His potential to be a loyal cat had be tapped. From that moment on, he wouldn't leave my side. He slept next to me a night. He would sense what time I was due home and would greet me at the door. Both Husband and my father noted that his eyes seemed to follow me when I walked about a room. Husband often expressed that he was jealous over the amount of attention I gave to Angus, but how could I not reward someone who was so willing to shower me with his affection? Every moment with him was so precious. I'll forever treasure every time he brushed up against my legs. Every time I woke up and found him sleeping by my side. Every meow. Every purr.

I just can't believe that he's gone. I walk about the house and I still expect to find him. Greeting me in the foyer, sitting on the back of the sofa, dozing on my bed, stretched out in front of the sliding glass door to soak up some sun. I see him everywhere, and yet sometimes I fear I'll forget what he looked like. I've been viewing at pictures of him at least once a day. I made a recording of him purring. As I listen to it, I conjure memories of the softness of his fur, the warmth of his body and the sweetness of his face. Sometimes when I'm drifting off to sleep I think I hear the familiar thump, thump of him jumping on the bed. I reach out for him, but he's not there. I've had many flashbacks to my last moments with him, but I had one dream that he was still alive. When I woke up, my first thought was to acknowledge that he's no longer with us. From the day that I welcomed him into my life, I always knew that the time would come when we would say goodbye. I just presumed we had more years together. I walked into our guest room to drop off some blankets and I remembered the last time I saw him in this room. I was making up the guest bed as one of Husband's friends would be staying with us for a few days. He kept jumping on the bed and I finally had to shoo him out of the room and shut the door. At that moment, I had no idea that he would be dead just one month later.

He was given a prognosis of 2-3 weeks at the time of his diagnosis. He held his own during the first week. He would walk into the kitchen and looks at us with his 'feed me' eyes, but would only graze upon his food. Myrtle sent him some cat treats that he went nuts over, so we fed him those whenever he wanted. His last night sleeping with me was the night after my retrieval. He usually snuggled by my shoulder, but this time he positioned himself so he was leaning against my hip. I had recently finished my eighth bottle of Vitamin Water and desperately needed to pee, but I didn't dare move. My RE and the staff at XYZ Fertility Centre all know that holding my bladder for the transfer is absolute torture for me. Burning injections of Menopur, drawing my own blood and self administering IM Progesterone-in-Oil injections; no problem. Yet, I wince and moan over keeping my bladder full during the transfer. I lay still for over an hour, and when he finally got off the bed, I was able to get up and relieve myself.

He became less active and was noticeably skinnier as we went into his second week. I thought about scheduling him to be put down on a Thursday, since my vet has evening hours on that night. It would also work out well as we had plans to meet up with friends the next night and we had a very busy day scheduled for Saturday. We would join some ex-pats in a pub for England's first World Cup match and then catch a baseball game as the Yankees were in town. Great plan to be distracted from our grief. Yet, I had reservations about ending his life around when it was convenient for me. I didn't like the idea about having an appointment for death. I didn't want to his last memories to be in his dreaded cat carrier going to the place he absolutely hated. Every time I walked past him, I held my breath to see if he had peacefully slipped away on his own.

Two days before he would have hit the three week mark, I came home from the gym and found him in the foyer. It would be his last time greeting me at the door. The joy from that moment was short lived as I discovered that he was in distress. He was listless and tachypneic. Husband and I looked at each other, holding back tears in our eyes. We knew it was time. Our vet's answering service directed us to an after hours emergency clinic. I gave him a generous dose of his pain medication and sat next to him in the backseat of my car as Husband drove. There was over an hour wait, and the staff was gracious enough to let us stay in our car, rather than in the dog filled waiting room. He seemed much more comfortable, but Husband and I knew that we needed to proceed. If not that night, we'd be back the next night or the night after that.

So it began in a vet's office, and so it ended in a vet's office. The 'transitions room' featured soft lighting and a few comfy chairs and a sofa. It looked like it could be someone's living room, rather than a clinic. I don't often subscribe to the 'everything happens for a reason' philosophy, but at that moment, I felt that we benefited from infertility and pregnancy loss. It would have been much more difficult to have managed that moment being heavily pregnant, or having a baby on hand. I leaned against Husband and held him in my arms as the vet administered the medications. Once he was gone, we both let ourselves cry. I tried not to be bitter over the time that we were being denied, but I reflected on all that we experienced in the eleven years we had together. A marriage, two apartments and our first purchased home. A cross country flight. Four different jobs. The addition of his kitty little sister. He had a better life because of me and I had a much fuller life because of him.


Good night Angus, my heart and my life are a little bit empty without you. I'll forever treasure my memories of every day we spent together. Goodbye my cat, my companion, my beautiful boy. 
I love you so much.  

22 comments:

  1. Oh this makes me so sad. I'm so sorry. When my first cat died (in my arms, when he was less than two, of a preventable problem, but I was in a remote village in West Africa and it was a Sunday and no veterinary services were available. It was awful) I went out the next possible day--the following Friday--and bought a cat as close to identical as the one I lost. I even gave them the same name, although the second cat was given the diminutive version. There was a hole in my heart that only another cat could fill. I brought that cat from Africa and love him to this day and I always will--he helped heal me. I love that replacement cat with all my heart. I have a second cat and a dog that I love like family, but that little one holds a special place. Angus sounds like a special cat and I'm so sorry he's gone.

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  2. I'm so sorry, Jane. Angus sounds like he was a great cat.

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  3. I am so sorry for the loss of your fur baby. Hugs. Xo

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  4. I am so very sorry. We have a cat who I love dearly and has been such a comfort to me in so many ways and I can't even imagine how terrible I'll feel when he is gone. My heart goes out to you and to dear Angus.

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  5. I am so sorry to hear of the loss of Angus, your feline friend. It sounds like a very special relationship. And he is so very cute. :-)

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  6. Hi Jane, I follow along but don't comment much. I am very moved by your thoughts and feelings on Angus--I have a cat that means the world to me, and my chest feels tight at the very thought of losing him. When I put myself in your shoes, I get really choked up. I'm sorry for your loss.

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  7. I'm so sorry, Jane. This was a beautiful tribute.

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  8. Oh I am so sorry for your loss. Our pets really become part of the family and losing them is so hard and sad. This was a beautiful story about your time together

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  9. Hi Jane, this is my first comment and it had to be to this post because I wanted to tell you I know exactly how you feel. On the verge of fresh IVF cycle II, AMA, I just lost my dear cat after 11 years together. Your post could have been written by me (okay, less well ;-)) and while reading I was sobbing like the day I had to put my beloved friend to sleep, just over a month ago. Hang in there, it strangely does get a little easier every day...

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  10. This post made me cry like a baby, both for you guys and Angus, and for myself remembering my own kitty that was gone too soon. The way you so eloquently described finding him, knowing he was your cat, bonding with him when he got sick...it brings back so much for me because it's almost exactly the same story as my cat. It's so hard to have to say goodbye to a beloved pet; they really do become our best friends and our family. I'm so sorry for your loss, friend.

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  11. If am crying my eyes out. What a beautiful tribute to a very special friend. I'm glad he brought you Hugo and you guys are bonding. I am so very sorry for your loss. And so very happy for your gain.

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  12. Oh Jane, this brought back all of the memories of my first kitty... 16 years was far too short. Renal failure caught here and I felt like time was stolen from us. I still have nightmares about those last days. You handled this situation with so much grace; I'm sure Angus was thankful for those last days and even hours of comfort.

    Just a little hope in the midst of your sorrow. I too felt like I wasn't ready for another cat... that I couldn't replace my precious baby. But about 4 months later, I was desperate for another cat in my life. I too wanted one that looked similar to the one I lost and my husband agreed as he "doesn't like cats" but liked her. We got Everest just over four months after I lost Soo Ming... my world is infinitely better for having Everest in it. Your heart will open up and love again... I'm sure of it.

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  13. Oh Jane, I am so sorry for your loss. You were lucky to have him and he, you. I think those of us with fur babies understand exactly how you felt about him. The bond between human and animals can be so strong. You provided him with such a great life and I think he would want you to focus on the good times you had together.

    As far as getting a new cat, I definitely wouldn't look at it as replacing him, but just as opening your heart to another animal that would benefit from having a loving home. Do it when you're ready. We put our family dog down a few years ago and at the time my mother swore she would never get another dog. She was heartbroken over him. But yet 3 months later, we adopted a new family dog, and though she still misses Chance, she is very happy to give her love and a home to Kadee.

    Sending lots of hugs!

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  14. As a fellow cat lover, I am so sorry for your loss. I have tears in my eyes after reading this. Angus, you were a good kitty and will always be loved.

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  15. Literally. Sobbing.

    OMG what a good cat, and what a beautiful tribute to him. You were both so lucky to have each other.

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  16. Ugh, this breaks my heart. I'm crying at work. I'm so sorry for your loss. Angus sounds (and looks) so much like my cat. It sounds like you gave him a beautiful life.

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  17. Oh this is so heartbreaking :(. I'm sorry!

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  18. Like everyone else I was in tears reading this. I lost my dog (literally my soul mate) two years ago right in the thick of infertility and it KILLED me. Still heartbroken for him every day...but you somehow do move on. We have a new pup (and our very first dog is still alive) now and I'm so happy she is a part of our family and we were able to get one more dog out of the shelter! There was definitely an adjustment period learning to love a new personality... I still compare the new pup to my old one and (lovingly) explain to the new pup why my old one was superior. It makes me feel like I am still honoring him and remembering why he was the best dog I will EVER have. I still cry at the drop of a hat when his memory is triggered.

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  19. I am so sorry for your loss. This post has me in tears and I can't imagine the day that I will have to say goodbye to one of my fur babies. Treasure those wonderful memories that you have!

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  20. Oh, this is so sad, poor Angus... I adore male ginger cats as well (have always wanted a real-life Garfield, basically) and know how upsetting it is to say goodbye to a very loved furball. He gave you so much, but it's obvious that you gave him a lot, too, and that's all any cat can ask for really.

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  21. Angus really was a beautiful cat. The description of when you first bonded brought me to tears. I had to put my cat down just months before I got married. Kennedy was my "single gal" companion and roommate. Putting her down was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Others offered to come, but I wanted it to be me and her, as it always had been. I made a Shutterfly book after she died and it really helped me grieve. I still look at it from time to time. If you decide to do it, write down descriptions of memories. I love reading those the most. I am thinking of you. Once again, I admire how openly you share your true thoughts, actions and feelings.

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  22. This post made me cry as it made me think about Koda. I'm so sorry to hear about Angus. As Eve said above, we wrote down favorite memories and mannerisms so that we wouldn't forget them with the passage of time.

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