Laughing through the changes and accepting what life has for me after retirement. My elevator might be going down, but I plan to get off on every floor, even if it's just for plumbing supplies.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
My Retirement - Losing a Friend
Grieving, but doing OK
Being free and having fun
Sixteen years ago my daughter Molly decided she wanted to move out, get an apartment and live with some friends. Three months later she was back with her bags and a little surprise in her pocket. Inside was this little ball of black fur with a white diamond spot on his chest and 4 white booties. His face was shaped similar to an alien so his name became Martian. He also had a broken tail that must have happened at birth, but it made him distinctive. Like most kittens, he was adorable and hard to resist. We already had this experience when my son Andy had come back from college four years earlier with the same type of gift for us. We gave great thought about accepting these presents, but hubby fell in love each time and so did I, so we adopted these two wonderful guys.
Casey was your typical short-hair, fat, lap cat who always wanted to be around you. Martian was more aloof and we figured he might have some feral blood in him. Although he was very loving and playful, he always sat at arms length away from you so that if you wanted to pet him, you had to bend or stretch. This independent attitude made us appreciate and love him even more. Casey and Martian were great friends and often slept with their arms around each other with Casey taking the alpha role and Martian his devoted companion. Unfortunately, we lost Casey 6 years ago to cancer and Martian seemed lost without him. We did get him some other playmates but that did not work out as the newbees were sisters and wanted nothing to do with him and often pushed him to the wall when attention or food was handed out. He was a wuss and allowed them to disrespect him. However, he was smarter than those two bullies put together.
I will not bore you with cat stories, but let me say that this beautiful, sweet guy was there for me on many occasions. I suffer from terrible leg cramps at night and when I was in pain and screaming from them, he would scratch at the door to get to me. If I was sad and crying, he would sit beside me. When I have fallen, he would come running to watch over me. He had so many dog-like personality traits and despite his small size, he had a big heart.
Today we lost our Marchie. He had been losing weight for the past few months and we thought it had to do with his hypothyroid disease, but it was cancer. Every day we saw more of him waste away and we did everything we could to prolong his life, just as much for us as for him. Last night things became very bad and today hubby, who heart was breaking, took him for his last ride to the vet.
Martian in Old Man's Chair
Those of you who are blessed with a pet will understand my grief, those who are not animal people will not. Then there is that anti-cat bias. So many people who are dog people find cats useless and not as important or as fun as dogs. I was one of those people as I was raised in a house with many dogs and had no real feeling towards "the other house pet." Then Casey and Martian entered my life. Most animals will bring you companionship and will wrap themselves around your heart and you are the better for it. My life was so enriched with this little guy.
Martian was very special, smart, and a great pet. I will miss him so