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Oh my God, I thought, waking an hour later than usual. Where’s Rocky? He always roused me at the crack of dawn with his loud “Meoooowwww!” I recently wrote a post about this 16-year-old deaf, geriatric cat. And the looming, sad morning he might not come into our room and start my day. Was this it?

A sense of dread rose as I got out of bed. I’d heard tales of older pets dying in the middle of the night. The owners had come out in the morning to find their beloved cat or dog passed away. I looked around our bedroom. Rocky wasn’t there.

I splashed cold water on my face, threw on my bathrobe, and walked through the house to the kitchen, calling for him. Rocky wasn’t in the living room or dining room. That left the kitchen. He never went to any other part of the house. I didn’t want to face this, but if now was Rocky’s time, there was nothing to be done. Death was part of life, I told myself, although my heart would break.

The strange thing was that Rocky seemed spry lately. His appetite was good for an old man. He even sometimes jumped on the kitchen counter for something enticing, like a tub of butter or chicken salad. Could a pet be vital one moment and gone the next? I had heard of humans who sat, closed their eyes, and passed. Did animals do the same?

The light was on in the kitchen. My mom, who lives with us, was getting her breakfast. The cat was always sleeping, so if she saw him lying there, she wouldn’t have noticed anything strange.

I looked around… and there by the dog’s water bowl was Rocky. He lay on his back, unmoving. Oh my God.

I told my mother what was going on. She gasped as we both approached the kitty.

Rocky’s body lay still. Tears welled up. We’d had this animal longer than any pet in our marriage. When I first got Rocky he was so small, he could stand in my outstretched palms. He was afraid of our dog Ren, but even being eight weeks old, had stood on his tiny toes and hissed. I’d seen this animal through an ornery adolescence, plump middle age, and now fragile later years. I’d spent many a happy hour reading, with Rocky on my lap, purring.

Today my mom and I stood before him, not sure what to do. I didn’t want to reach out and touch his brown and black tabby fur, not yet. I couldn’t bear to feel this kitty’s once warm, sweet body cold and lifeless. I didn’t want this to be real.

I pushed away thoughts of having to wrap him in a towel and bring him to the vet. He’d be cremated like all our animals over the decades. “Do you want the remains?” the assistant would ask. “No,” I’d say, as I always did. I didn’t want to remember any of our pets that way.

The saddest part was I knew Rocky was probably going to be our last feline. I had loved all our kitties, but our dog — willful, energetic terrier Libby — was like having fifty pets in one.  Plus, she didn’t play well with others. Rocky’s death would signal the end of a long era in our marriage.

My mother leaned forward. “He’s breathing.”

“What?”

Rocky’s eyes opened. He looked at us, perplexed, probably wondering why the humans were staring at him. “Meow!” he said, sounding annoyed, like we’d interrupted a good nap.

Mom and I sighed with relief. The joke was on us, thankfully. I smiled and knelt to pat the kitty. He’d grown so thin over the years. His back now felt ridged and jagged. Although still active, I knew it wouldn’t take much to lay him low.

Rocky rose and had his breakfast. Afterwards, I cuddled him like a baby. I was glad we could postpone the Grim Reaper at least for today. Lately, it seemed there was too much suffering and sadness in the world. I was happy for any reprieve.

I kissed Rocky’s velvety nose. “I’m glad you’re still with us,” Rocky’s green eyes did that slow cat blink.

I always felt it was his way of smiling.

 

(P.S. Rocky died peacefully in January of 2019).

 

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Comments(36)

  1. One of my chihuahuas is 16. A couple of times he looked dead when he was sleeping in his basket and I was afraid to touch him. Then, he’d wake up. He’s still going strong even though he has diabetes.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Rebecca, That’s very old age for a dog. I don’t blame you. I hear the little ones live longer.

  2. Thanks for making me cry with my coffee. I would have freaked out! I have had cats in the past and I love how weird they are. Case in point. But I would rather have my pet die old and peacefully than having to put it down. That’s the worst. You question id it was really their time.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Lauren, I eventually had to put Rocky down, which broke my heart. He had a stomach tumor and was getting sick all the time. Still makes me sad to think of that sweet kitty.

  3. Pets carry so much of our history and a piece of hearts forever.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Dyanne, Well put. They do carry our history around, as well as our hearts.

  4. We’re in a similar place with our sweet cat Tess who’s 16 1/2 and has kidney disease. She’s plateaued in a pretty good place, but that can change in a heartbeat. She too has that bony spine these days, and whenever I can’t find her (rarely, since she likes to be where her people are), I wonder, “Is this it?” Thanks for such an affirming post about how much our fur babies mean to us, and how painful it is to say good bye.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Roxanne, So sorry about your sweet Tess. It’s hard watching pets age.

  5. So glad this story had a happy ending! When I started reading I didn’t think it would. Take care of that precious kitty!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Teresa, Alas, our Rocky passed a few months ago, but at least that morning had a happy ending. Rocky had a wonderful kitty life and died an old man. Still, I miss him.

    • Jody

    • 6 years ago

    The hardest day of pet ownership is always the last one. I lost my senior dog earlier this year, and if I had not gotten up to use the bathroom before bed, she’d have gone while we were all sleeping, like you feared Rocky would. When she started to show signs of aging, I feared that day. I’m so glad you still have Rocky to love on.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 6 years ago

      Jody, Thank you. I’ve had to put several pets down in the past decades and its always heart-wrenching. Sorry about your sweet dog.

  6. I can’t even comment because of the tears.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 6 years ago

      Carol, We still have Rocky for now. Happy.

  7. Glad Rocky was ok, I know that had to be scary, I was almost afraid to keep reading. I love kitties! I lost my sweet velvet at 15 in 2014 and my sweet Rambo at almost 19 in 2017. We have Daisy still and she is as sweet as can be, she just turned 3:)

      • Laurie Stone

      • 6 years ago

      Kristina, Sounds like you’re also a cat person! Wow, 19 is old for a kitty, although I heard a few living into their early 20’s.

  8. This really hit home! We had to put our 17 yr old kitty to sleep in late April, and it was soooo hard. Hope you have months more of quality time together. 💜

      • Laurie Stone

      • 6 years ago

      Mandy, Thanks so much. Sometimes Rocky has good days and others, not so good. I can never be sure how he’s doing. Sorry about your kitty. That’s a long time to have a pet.

  9. Oh, it’s so hard to be in the moment when you’re afraid of what could be just around the corner. I felt the same way with my parents. When you’re trying to enjoy the here and now but thinking–what if this is the last dinner together? And pets are such furry balls of unconditional love. I’m so glad Rocky is still keeping you company . . .

      • Laurie Stone

      • 6 years ago

      Kristine, Thanks so much. Yes, before my dad passed, I remember thinking everything was “the last.” I’m also glad Rocky’s around longer to keep us company.

  10. So happy you got another day to love on Rocky!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Thank you, Emily.

    • Donna

    • 7 years ago

    I was already getting teary-eyed. So glad this had a happy ending!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Donna, Thank you. So are we.

  11. I’m happy that you will have Rockie to hug for a while longer.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Thank you, Janis. So am I.

  12. Little scares that remind the rest of us to hug our fur babies just a bit more today. Thank you. And I will!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Diane, I’ve heard of cats who live past 20! Because 16-year-old Rocky seems fragile now, I think too long a life would be difficult for him. I cuddle him while I can.

  13. Oh gosh my heart was in my mouth! Glad you have Rocky a bit longer.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Dorothy, Thank you. Rocky is spry one day and fragile the next. Not sure what to think.

  14. So many feels! I had a cat. I got him when I was 15. When I was grown and moved out of the house, he stayed living with my parents. I still went over to visit him frequently. At 29, I got pregnant with my son. That old cat loved to curl up on my lap and snuggle up to my growing belly and purr. They were fast friends already. However, my cat grew sick, and 2 months before my son was born, he passed. My parents showed up to my house unexpectedly one evening. As they walked up to the door, I was watching through the window and I saw the look on my mother’s face and I just knew. I never got to really say goodbye, but I had visited for lunch that day, and that old kitty spent the whole hour purring on my lap to my big baby belly. That was his goodbye I think.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Lisa, That’s so sweet. Sounds like a good blog post! I had a cat named Floyd during both my pregnancies and he’d cuddle against my belly. Maybe you should get another kitty?

  15. I miss my old cat. She was feisty right up until the end, demanding that she be petted and scratched at all times. Glad you’ve got Rocky for a bit more.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Jennifer, Thanks. I’m glad we get to keep Rocky a little more.

    • Kim

    • 7 years ago

    I’m not crying…

      • Laurie Stone

      • 7 years ago

      Kim, Awww… thanks.

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