this is the long-delayed blog i promised my sister, dedicated to their cats lucas and catchet, who died within a month of each other. lucas was about one and a half years old, and catchet would have been a year old today. catchet, in particular, was well loved by my sister because he was born one day before she arrived in the US last year. this meant that today marked one year since my sister left us to live with her then-fiance-now husband john.
lucas was a big cat. big, as in fat and heavy, and orange, like garfield. catchet was, well, cute in a feline sort of way. he had a narrowing urethra, which made his toilet habits difficult, and he had to be operated on to relieve his pain. but he needed a follow up operation, which was not possible since it was expensive, so my sister and her husband made the painful decision to put him to sleep. lucas, on the other hand, died of natural causes, maybe a heart attack, because he was such a fat cat.
now there's only one cat left to them, cheska, catchet's mom. before my sister left for the states she was taking care of a kitten here, whom she affectionately called kitteh. when she left, kitteh became kittehr, my pet cat. recently, kittehr gave birth to 2 kittens, who i named K1 and K2.
kittens become cats. they touch our lives and when they go, it's like something in us goes with them. same with all our other pets, dogs, cats, fish, birds -- all of them became part of our lives because we took care of them, and we feel sad when they have to leave us for the Great Beyond.
there is a belief that pets die because they took the blow for their humans. it could be a physical blow, like a serious sickness, or it could be something psychological, emotional, or financial. i wish i didn't believe in that, because it makes me feel guilty that someone had to take the blow in my place. but then again, maybe that's how the cosmos works. that's how nature works.
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