The Price of Love

IMG_20160730_145258700_HDROur darling Johnny, Tri-Pawed, Long John Charcoal, Twitticus, Fuzzy, Silly-Cat died last night. He got sick sometime Sunday night, just kept getting worse and worse. We took him to the vet, who suspected FIP (a fatal cat virus) and did blood tests to that effect; but it turned out not to be that, so today she was going to do an ultrasound to see what it might be. But he just quietly slipped away sometime in the night.
In a sense, I’m glad it’s over – these last few days have been stressful, to say the least. Because, you see, we loved that cat. He was really special. It might sound like playing favourites, but – okay, it’s playing favourites. Cats are not children, who depend on your love for their wellbeing, so I don’t feel a smidgen of guilt for loving one special cat more than, perhaps, another.
And it really is that, love, I mean. Johnny was a wonderful cat – affectionate, cute, funny, a little silly, quite vocal (purr, rumble, chirp, coo, squeak, purrrrr…), and all around great to have as a part of our family. We’re so glad we brought him home from the SPCA, that October day four years ago (you can read that story here). Having him around has given us so much pleasure, so much love.
And the price for that is the pain of having to say goodbye. The more you love, the more it hurts to let go. But it’s worth it – loving is worth every single tear it costs.
So, early this morning, as the sun rose over the hills, I put Johnny in a box and ran my hands one more time over his thick, velvety black fur.
Goodbye, darling Johnny. I’m so very grateful for the love we got to experience because of you.


Author: quillandqwerty

writer, editor, maker of things

12 thoughts on “The Price of Love”

  1. Thank you for this touching post in the midst of your family grief. Our fur-people hold a special place in our lives that is so unique, so indefinable, yet so real as to be a palpable, living thing. It is not to be taken lightly. It is as real as any love. And what you said was absolutely true…grief is the price we pay for the gift of love…it is a rose with thorns. I’m sorry for your loss. Hugging you from Vancouver Island.😿

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  2. So sorry for the loss and grief to your family, my friend! It’s been years since I’ve had a pet, but yes, they do take a special place in our hearts that can’t be filled in any other way. Sending you hugs.

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  3. If you’ve never lived with or taken care of a cat, you’ll never know how special they are. There’s nothing better than the feeling that comes from knowing that your cat really loves you. Cats are one of those breeds that make you work for their love, you have to earn thier trust first, before the bounding begins. But once you’ve earned that trust, their bond is forever. That’s why it’s so hard to say goodbye.

    Sorry to hear about your loss, Angelika. Sounds like Johnny lived a wonderful life. I’m sure he enjoyed sharing it with you.

    Let me leave you with a note I have posted on my office wall.

    I will never move and not take you with me.
    I will never put you in a shelter and leave.
    I will never let you starve.
    I will never let you hurt.
    I will never desert you when you get old,
    Nor will I leave you when you go blind.
    If that time comes I will be there to hold you,
    Because I love you and you are family.

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    1. Thank you, John.
      Yes, Johnny was special. We’ve had lots of cats (still have another one, in fact), but he was far more affectionate than most. He used to sleep in the upstairs hallway in front of my bedroom, and when I went downstairs in the morning he’d try to snag me through the railings, purring, to get me to pay attention to him. He gave us lots of laughs… I’m glad that I immortalised him in two of my books.

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