My first and best whiskered companion is 14 now and starting to falter. Her tail and ruff are no longer as full and floofy as before, and she forgets many things, sometimes plaintively wailing for help remebering, on walking through the door. Will she have a place at the Birthday Unending? Will there be obnoxious kittens she is allowed to swat? Will she forget me? And how do I let her go? I am so scared.
Oh, honey, I am so sorry to hear that.
All cats have a place in the Birthday. All of them. There’s no need to even ask, because they live forever in our hearts.
I can’t tell you for sure whether she’ll forget you, but I can tell you that I had to let my Nyssa go six years ago, and sometimes I still wake up reaching for her, and I’m confused when the cats I find aren’t her. I miss her so much. I miss the way she purred, and the way she quacked, and the way she maliciously sneezed on everyone she didn’t like (which was everyone but me). I miss them all, forever, and you’re going to miss her too.
You will fall in love again. You will not love other cats in the same way, but you will love them, and it will be worth it. It is always worth it.
I miss them all, so much, forever. I love them all, so much, forever.
It was worth it. It’s always worth it.
Don’t feel bad about being scared. Fear is natural. She’s going where you can’t follow for a very long time, and we don’t know what’s there. But I know that if there is any kind of loving god in this universe, when we get to whatever “there” is, there will be cats, and dogs, and cake. And maybe a corn maze. But we shouldn’t go in there.
You have all my sympathy. Give her scritches for me. Tell her she is a good cat, and that you love her, and that you won’t blame her when she has to leave. Try not to lie. And love her. If you have a day or a decade, love her.
That’s all we can do.
I miss him