Sunday, March 2, 2025

The Rest of the Story

Twice in the past week (last night and last Monday (2/24) for the curious) I had to cover for the events in the previous day or two getting away from me, sucking up all my time, or more honestly leaving me in a state where I couldn't think clearly enough to write.  Now that it's over with, I can tell the story.  This is entirely a "me, me, me" story - more accurately "us, us, us" for Mrs. Graybeard and I, and for me to write this is going to be horribly, gut-wrenchingly sad so this is your chance to close the page and bail out.  

Last chance. 

For the last three years, our old man-cat, Mojo (his name when we adopted him at the rescue center in 2010 - my post about that in August '10) has been slowly sliding downhill, requiring more attention, differing medication doses and more veterinarian visits.  Both emergency and routine visits, sometimes monthly for blood tests.  

This past week the downhill slide turned into outright collapse.  Last weekend he had stopped eating and was having trouble walking.  Petting him by just bending over and gently petting him as he was walking by seemed to almost knock him over.  Over the preceding few weeks, he seemed to realize he couldn't hop onto our bed, and would ask me (seriously!) to pick him up and place him on the bed.  He could still hop onto our sofa - it's a bit lower - and would sleep there most of the day.  By Sunday (2/23) he was sleeping almost constantly, hardly eating or drinking.

The situation Monday 2/24 was we called the vet first thing and asked if he could be seen.  That appointment was 5PM.  The vet gave him a couple of new medications, one in case he had nausea and one to stimulate his appetite.  Tuesday he noticeably improved, eating more of his cat food than we'd seen in maybe a full week.  Wednesday, that decreased a bit, and Thursday, the collapse resumed.  Friday midday, he suddenly lost the ability to put weight on his forelimbs.  By the evening he was too weak to walk.  He had his first episodes of urinary incontinence, first wetting the floor by his litter box, and later losing control in our bed.  In the first case, nothing that a couple of paper towels and a grocery store plastic bag can't take care of; in the second, nothing our washing machine can't.

I awoke Saturday morning to find he had died in his sleep, in my arms.

His favorite sleeping position for the last several weeks has been for me to lie on my right side, facing him and beyond him Mrs. SiG, while he stuck his hindquarters up against my right armpit and facing toward her, my right arm straight, pointing perpendicular to my body.  He couldn't get himself into that sleeping position before I conked out.  I woke up at 4:30 AM and found he was there in that position and realized quickly he felt cool to the touch and wasn't reacting.  I was up for another hour, maybe 1-1/2 hours, thinking about times past and fell back asleep.  By mid morning we had taken his body up to be cremated. 

Pets are in a different world than any of our human interactions and we don't really have a good word for it.  I'm not talking about working dogs, or working animals, which don't share that sort of relationship with us.  I'm talking about house pets.  They're not kids, although many people refer to their dogs or cats as their kids.  We're not among those folks.  We think of them more as a friends, but that's not a good word either.  They're closer and more intimate in many ways than any friend.  They see us as we are all the time we're home.  We are completely ourselves with them - and they with us.  They love, or they don't, in a more pure way than many of us can.  Gun people seem to be a bit more dog people than cat people.  While I have nothing against dogs, I've always preferred cats around the house. 

Mojo was a remarkably sweet little person and was always coming up with fun things to do or just doing something like coming into the ham radio shack to spend some time with me.  Just to be together.  I remember mentioning to his vet that she could do just about anything she'd like to him if she petted him a little first.  Saturday she told me the staff there had thought he was one of the sweetest cats they have in their practice.  There's a handful of places around the house that I simply can't walk past without looking for him.  The papers from the rescue center where we adopted him say he was three years old in June of 2010; his papers from this veterinarian says his birthday was 11/1/2005.  If Nov. 1, 2005 is true, he's 19 and 4 months old.  If the papers from the rescue center are right, he could be closer to 18-1/2.  Both of those are on the long side of average cat length of life.

Over our 43+ years together, we've had seven different cats - always two at a time, with two exceptions.  The first was for one who was our only cat for five years.  Mojo is the second, and was our only cat since Aurora who we adopted a week before him had cancer in December of '22.  Losing them doesn't get any easier. 

Now Mrs. SiG and I have a gaping hole in our lives.  I've choked up nearly to tears several times writing this and all I know from my experience is that the pain doesn't go away, at least for years. Keeping yourself busy is the only thing that seems to help. 


Yeah, I virtually always include a picture. It just doesn't feel right to do that with this subject. If you just have to see what this little guy looked like, I don't have any recent pictures in the blog, but you can search on his name in the search box in the upper left hand corner of the frame.


36 comments:

  1. To love and lose one is the hardest thing to deal with.

    But it makes us fully human.

    Take some time to relax together and recharge. I suspect a new cat will wander in soon enough.

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  2. I read somewhere a while back back that the cruelest thing God did was have the critters in our lives have such short lives. But that gives a chance to love more of them. My most heartfelt condolences ro you and Mrs SIG.😪

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  3. It's always hard when a fur baby gets sick. Our Hurricane rescue Flo may be succumbing to the FIV the vet found at her first visit. She has been coping for six years, but, lately has been losing weight. She slipped below 5 lbs, and the vet wants her in tomorrow for a battery of tests. Hopefully we can isolate the problem and find a therapy.

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  4. I stole the phrase from somewhere and still repeat it: our pets are only here for a part of our lives, but we are there for most, if not all, of theirs. We are part of their family just as much as they are part of ours. It hurts, always will.
    Mojo passed in the comfort of your arms. I wish I could say that of the pets I’ve had.
    Wandering Neurons

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  5. I am so sorry for your loss. I hope that the tears include the joyful memories for you.

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  6. Sorry for your loss.

    There is good reason our pets are sometimes referred to as "companion animals". They are indeed close companions. As you said, they are more than just friends.

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  7. You did well by him. And he by you.

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  8. Awwwww.....damn. Please accept our deepest condolences, SiG. I'm with you 100% on what it means to be "in tune" with your pet. It's a very special feeling, that is difficult to explain to others. They give us joy just watching their day to day activities, and interacting with them. We learn each others habits, and they leave a huge hole in our lives when they leave us.

    You gave him a long, happy life. God bless you.

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  9. I'm sorry, know how you feel and what it is your saying. Its part unconditional love, sweetest thing there is, and the sweetest of critters, it may be they are little angels come down from heaven to stay for awhile, the sweetest little thing, yes indeed, its good he passed in your arms, makes it alright in some ways. At least knowing that their little souls had that. It hurts a bit cause that unconditional love, can we ever returned it in full, me as a flawed human, only points out how special their unconditional love is.

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  10. Would you have any interest in a black adult cat? One has been hanging around my property for several days now. My friend is supposed to drop off a trap Tuesday so I can catch it and take it to be spayed for TNR. She can let it go near her home, but if you would like it, I'd be glad to make that work out instead.

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  11. My condolences for your households loss. Our animal housemates are a big part of our home life, especially the animals who share our interior space. We have three cats of our home, all living inside and are great fun and great aggravation to our lives. We've lost two outside dogs and three inside cats in our 29 years together. It really isn't fair how quickly they expire - it does hurt and we miss them a lot. It is a good thing they provide us with so many good memories.

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  12. Condolences, my friend. I know what it's like. They ask so little, and they give so much. Be comforted.

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  13. You are absolutely correct when you said "..little person."
    Each person's pet I've had the pleasure to interact with over the years was a different person.

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  14. Without getting into it, while getting into it, I feel you. Probably more than you know. I'm a cat guy, always have been. While I don't mind dogs, I love the independence of cats. That said, I've got a spot out behind the house that is the final resting place of 15 of the furry critters that I've buried in the past 25yrs. With another 10ish left walking the house/property as special friends, and an unknown number of them as 'hey, just passing through, thanks for the food and pets, mind if I sleep on your pool table/back porch/truck hood, thanks'. I've turned down some very lucrative positions over the years, simply because I didn't want to leave them behind, or lose the furballs along the way. Losing one, losing a dozen...it's all the same. It hurts for as long as it hurts. Accepting another one as a companion, as treasonous as if feels right now, is how you move forward. We need them as much as they need us. None of us live forever, and there are ones in shelters that would love nothing more than to spend some time with us before it's their time to go. Fiercely independent, but independently fierce when it comes to claiming their own human. I don't know how my life would have turned out without cats in it, and I hope I never find out. As the saying goes, "All dogs go to heaven". But if there aren't cats there, no matter how much stuff they knock off the workbench, I'm not interested.

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    1. Some time in the last 10 years, I saw a YouTube video of someone who had taken in the cat of someone who had died unexpectedly. I'm not sure, but say the one who died was their parent and they took in the parents' cat. The video was of the cat's reaction to seeing a video of that owner.

      If you think cats don't love their humans and get shattered by their loss, you should see the way that one reacted to the video on the phone. You could feel their grief and agony in another star system it was so obvious. The cat was reaching for the phone to touch the image of their previous owner.

      When we adopted Mojo, he was an adult who had lived with the same family all his life, then was given to the rescue agency because someone in that house was allergic to him. You could tell he was hurt and confused about why everything changed so much.

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    2. Our cat is 15. He’s definitely starting to show the signs of being an old boy.

      To your point, my wife & I were caregivers to my Mother who lived with us. Mom loved our cat and he visited her apartment & her lap daily. The day came when she passed, I had just called the hospice people & Ole (our cat) came in. He jumped up on her bed - then paused awkwardly and sniffed her. He then turned and looked at me with such a pleading, painful look - and I said “I know” - and then I lost it.

      I am so sorry for you loss. I enjoy your site very much.

      - Ken G.

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  15. Love is love and loss is loss, no way around that. I'm sorry for your loss.

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  16. It always sucks to lose pet. I am tearing up just thinking about having one of our cats dying in my arms like that. My condolences.
    The Oatmeal said it best: "He is my best friend, and I am his, but he will go to his grave having never known my name."
    https://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox

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  17. Wow - a better obituary and life story could not be written.

    We are a cat family also & have an entire hillside dedicated to those that have added value to our lives, by ensuring they have a good rest.

    To share a couple of stories because what you offered brought up the memories and to let you know y'all aren't alone....

    Our previous home had a large front porch and was in a older established neighborhood. It became 'the porch of the cat'.
    At it's peak it always sported 6+ cats. They allowed us to take care of them. They always were 'vetted' as needed and looked after during cold FL weather. A story - in winter we would butt two chairs together, put old blankets/rugs down, and then cover it all with another blanket. A wonderful memory was going out to check on them and carefully opening the blanket, just enough
    to see inside. And it was a full-on `cat pile` with all of them bundled up together against the cold. What was even more endearing was if you checked on them multiple times, they rotated who got the warmest, center of pile... :)

    And when we moved, we moved with the 7 that were the "most-est" ours.
    Everyone got a carrier or was paired into a carrier but they didn't seem to mind. About mid-trip we stopped for a break and I told my wife, they need a break too. We took all the carriers and placed them in a circle so they could see each other and there was a palpable sense of calming down; they saw all 'their buds' were there. It was a good move for everyone; the last of those cats passed a few years ago - she made it to 21 1/2 years.

    Sorry to co-op your thread but I don't get to share this often.

    At the appropriate time another cat will appear - they always do

    Peace be with you

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  18. https://www.rainbowsbridge.com/Poem.htm

    May it be true.

    They do move into your heart, your missive reminded me of how much I still miss Daint, Fraidy, Calico, MomCat and Sucha... Misty in here...

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  19. SiG, my condolences for your and the Mrs.' loss. I understand, as we have had to say goodbye to many four-legged family members over the years.

    We are currently at 3 dogs and one cat in our house with another cat who we adopted but who lives with my 93 year old mother-in-law 350' away on our property.

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  20. I'm sorry to hear this, but I think he probably died the way he would want to - in your arms.

    But they sure leave behind a big hole in our hearts.

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    1. Yeah, thats so sweet, he went to heaven straight out of Sig's arms, went back to where the angels live. So sweet.

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  21. So, sorry to hear of your loss, SiG.

    Leigh
    Whitehall, NY

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  22. j - After enough time, I stop feeling the anguish and realize I'm smiling. She's still alive, in my heart and I'm enjoying being with her again,

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    1. I've got to start thinking that way, j. We're both kind of burned out on the care we've had to give for the last few years, and my mindset is I don't really feel like I want to be with another cat so much as I want to be with him. He just had a wonderful personality.

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  23. My condolences SiG. I have become a "Cat Dad" in my later years and it will break my heart when one of them passes away.


    Irish

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  24. This seems to have hit a common nerve or something like that. I never expected this many comments. I know I've thanked some of you, but not everyone. Please accept this as my deep thanks for your kindness. I hope none of us have to go through this again soon.

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    1. Hey, we appreciate you too man. You did the awesome thing with your little buddy, when he needed love the most you were there for him. Doesn't get better than that.

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  25. My condolences. Our cat Oli was diagnosed with Lymphoma. He died that night in my daughter's arms. He was the best kitty in the whole world and he had several houses in the neighborhood who were probably feeding him too.

    I can feel your pain and I am not looking forward to the day our other elderly pets pass on.

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  26. I've been on the road, just saw this. My deepest sympathies. It does not ever get any easier. Prayers for comfort for you and Mrs. Sig.

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  27. You have my sincere condolences, I lost my River last Christmas and reading this made me go hold her collar and tear up. I've always had cat's in pairs as well and Sammy grieved just like I did at her passing but eventually, when the time was right, Noir found her way in to my life and my big tough boss tomcat turned into a doting playful kitten showing her the ropes and the best spots in the apartment.

    I hope you both find peace and can tell from your loving words how much Mojo means to you.

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  28. SiG, how can I say this? I am truly sorry for your loss, I also had one die in my arms (overnight) and can certainly feel your grief. It sounds like Mojo was loved and cared for well, you did him proper and gave him a good life. We cat people and dog people do that - they are great "people" in our lives and we certainly miss them when they are gone. I'm sure you remember every one you had in your life, most of us do. Sad to see them go, happy to have had them in our lives. Carry on.

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  29. "I awoke Saturday morning to find he had died in his sleep, in my arms."

    My heart breaks for you but I can't think of a better way to lose a best friend than in my arms while we both sleep. I only wish I had lost any of our many cats and dogs this way.

    Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this with us.

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