Our Little Friend Moves On

There is always something new to experience in life. Today, two vets showed up at our house to administer the drugs that would send our old cat Luigi on his next “journey”, as they put it. We knew his life would be over soon, as cancer had ravaged him. He had a leg removed in May but the disease returned and in the past two weeks, a lump the size of a tennis ball formed on his shoulder.

We assumed Luigi’s life would end at the vet clinic but they offered to come to our house and we took them up on it. Luigi always became very agitated when we took him to the vet. So in the two women came and downstairs to a bed on which he spent a lot of his days. As our son cradled him in his arms, the needles went in, the process was explained to us, and in no time at all, Luigi had slipped away. We were upset but being part of the procedure, and seeing the ease with which our kitty breathed his last, was a great comfort to us.

The vets were very caring and didn’t judge us for being so devastated at the loss of our little guy. For 14 years, he gave us so much, and we wish we could have had him around longer, but we were told 14 is a pretty good run for a cat. To keep him longer would have not been doing him any kindness.

©2019 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.