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The Hardest Part of a Journey With a Beloved Pet is the End, Part II

Brett Davis

Posted on September 13, 2020 06:30

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I say a tearful final farewell to Felix, my cat of 15 years. Godspeed, little buddy.

In fact, I find myself missing – longing for – those things Felix did that I found annoying at the time: trotting right in front of me as I walked so as to be underfoot; playfully attacking my bare feet with this teeth and claws; incessantly meowing at me when I wasn’t quick enough in getting his food into his bowl and down for him to eat, with my girlfriend coaxing him on by saying, “Tell him”; and sticking his head between the two of us – one front paw on each of our legs – to investigate what we were having for dinner.

I stored away Felix’s litter box, food dish, and water bowl, as they are a painful reminder he is no longer here. It was to no avail, however, as the absence of those familiar things also reminds me – us – that our little buddy, our sweet boy, is gone.

After all, I’d known him since picking him out of the animal shelter in Olympia, Washington, a decade-and-a-half ago when he was a kitten. He was with me through the roller coaster that is life: the passing of my father, marriage, the birth of my son, marriage failure, numerous job changes, and a few moves.

Felix was a source of comfort to me during the tumult of existence. Confiding in him while stroking his soft fur and feeling him purr with contentment always made me feel better, no matter what. Snuggling with a cat is not to be underrated as a form of therapy. He was my emotional support cat, whom I could really use right now, ironically.

I wrapped Felix’s body in his favorite blanket that covered the chair by the computer he loved to sleep in, and we – my girlfriend, my son, and I – buried him on the property of the house in Port Orchard I used to live in with my ex-wife. Felix spent most of his life there – staying at the house after I moved out due to the aforementioned marital difficulties – before coming to live with us in Federal Way a few years previously. It was like the cat and I were never apart, and he took to my better half pretty quickly. I will always be grateful that’s how things worked out.

It was only a few short hours after Felix had passed that I made a serendipitous discovery while scrolling through my “Memories” on Facebook, an attempt to distract myself from the emotional pain I was experiencing. I came across a post of mine about how Felix had come to live with us… on Sept. 9, 2018, exactly two years before. The cat knew how to time his exit.

Rest in peace, little buddy. You are home. You are loved, and you are missed. I don’t think Felix will mind if I keep the mention of him in my profile up for a little while longer.

 

Brett Davis

Posted on September 13, 2020 06:30

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