GOOD CATS DO GO TO HEAVEN
We always had this theory that a cat will never die at the Master’s home but would just disappear before going to kitty heaven.
But that theory prove to be wrong with the case of Khaty (short for Khatijah). Khaty had been with Maine for the past five years. During her lifetime not only had she had given birth to numerous kittens but also selfishly treated all stray kittens that ended up at the doorstep like her own. This would include feeding and grooming each kitten self.
Her loyalty was uncomparable. When we were dating, everynight without fail, I would see her sitting on top of the car in the garage, just waiting for Maine. When we got married, we boarded her in our apartment to see if she could adapt to new surroundings. However, she got depressed after a month and we felt that she misses sitting in the porch at Maine’s family house, just contented looking at the birds and the cars go by.
With a heavy heart, we returned her back home and we could really see that she was happy to be back in her natural surroundings, mucking about in the grass and flirting her bushy tail with all the male cats that drop by trying to get lucky. We decided that she would be happier spending her twilight days in bliss.
Nevertheless, she would still, without fail greet us at the gate even before us getting out of the car, when we come visiting. I guess to some extent, she is happy to be back in her natural surroundings but at the same time misses Maine and me.
But when I stroked her, I would notice that she was slowly losing weight and that age was slowly catching up with her. Hence, it would just be matter of time.
Last weekend, she disappeared from home for three days – something she had not done before. After two days, we had resigned to the fact that maybe her time had really come and she had gone to kitty heaven.
It was on Sunday evening, that we got a call from Maine’s sister saying that Khaty was found under a tree near the house. When we rush there, we found her slumped, too weak to even utter her familiar meow. We bathed her and then only realized that she had lost so much weight when her fur was wet, showing her frail body. But we really thought that she would get better soon with some TLC again.
Maine’s mummy even put her cat basket in the house at her favourite place (under the dinning table). However, she just spent the next day refusing to eat but just looking at the morning sun and sleeping.
Yesterday evening on March 20th, while Maine’s mum was trying to feed her some milk with a syringe, Khaty died peacefully….at her favourite place, in the house and under the dinning table.
The house where she had lived for five years. So cats do come home to die with their Master.
Maine was too distressed to see her sister bury Khaty and when we reached there at dusk, all that was left was a fresh patch of soil in the garden. The windy night felt like it was also mourning.
We all then proceeded to Porto Romano, ironically to celebrate my belated birthday in the weekend but clearly, despite the good food and ambience, no one was actually in the mood to be merry.
It’s really ironic that sometimes we learn better things from animals than humans. Khaty had thaught us the true meaning of selflessness and loyalty which is increasingly becoming scarce in us especially in today’s rat race.
But that theory prove to be wrong with the case of Khaty (short for Khatijah). Khaty had been with Maine for the past five years. During her lifetime not only had she had given birth to numerous kittens but also selfishly treated all stray kittens that ended up at the doorstep like her own. This would include feeding and grooming each kitten self.
Her loyalty was uncomparable. When we were dating, everynight without fail, I would see her sitting on top of the car in the garage, just waiting for Maine. When we got married, we boarded her in our apartment to see if she could adapt to new surroundings. However, she got depressed after a month and we felt that she misses sitting in the porch at Maine’s family house, just contented looking at the birds and the cars go by.
With a heavy heart, we returned her back home and we could really see that she was happy to be back in her natural surroundings, mucking about in the grass and flirting her bushy tail with all the male cats that drop by trying to get lucky. We decided that she would be happier spending her twilight days in bliss.
Nevertheless, she would still, without fail greet us at the gate even before us getting out of the car, when we come visiting. I guess to some extent, she is happy to be back in her natural surroundings but at the same time misses Maine and me.
But when I stroked her, I would notice that she was slowly losing weight and that age was slowly catching up with her. Hence, it would just be matter of time.
Last weekend, she disappeared from home for three days – something she had not done before. After two days, we had resigned to the fact that maybe her time had really come and she had gone to kitty heaven.
It was on Sunday evening, that we got a call from Maine’s sister saying that Khaty was found under a tree near the house. When we rush there, we found her slumped, too weak to even utter her familiar meow. We bathed her and then only realized that she had lost so much weight when her fur was wet, showing her frail body. But we really thought that she would get better soon with some TLC again.
Maine’s mummy even put her cat basket in the house at her favourite place (under the dinning table). However, she just spent the next day refusing to eat but just looking at the morning sun and sleeping.
Yesterday evening on March 20th, while Maine’s mum was trying to feed her some milk with a syringe, Khaty died peacefully….at her favourite place, in the house and under the dinning table.
The house where she had lived for five years. So cats do come home to die with their Master.
Maine was too distressed to see her sister bury Khaty and when we reached there at dusk, all that was left was a fresh patch of soil in the garden. The windy night felt like it was also mourning.
We all then proceeded to Porto Romano, ironically to celebrate my belated birthday in the weekend but clearly, despite the good food and ambience, no one was actually in the mood to be merry.
It’s really ironic that sometimes we learn better things from animals than humans. Khaty had thaught us the true meaning of selflessness and loyalty which is increasingly becoming scarce in us especially in today’s rat race.
We’re gonna miss you Khaty and thank you for teaching us humans a valuable lesson.
posted by Maine at 10:02 AM
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