Yes, folks this old guy shed tears for a little, old, feral calico cat with no tail. Off and on she has been around our farm for close to ten years. She has been a little tramp all the time we have known her. We got her when she was very young along with three other feral rodent eaters, but she split soon after the honeymoon was over.
We didn’t see her for about four years, but then one day she reappeared and stayed around for several years again, before taking another sabbatical. We suspect she was unfaithful to us and was cadging food from neighbors to supplement her diet of gophers, mice, and birds.
I didn’t give her a name because she was so wanton. I just called her “puss cat,” and she would come up to me rub against my leg and allow me to stroke her behind her ears. I respected that love and tried to reciprocate with food in the morning and in the evening. Being a disciplinarian all my life I thought she should learn to eat our food only twice a day and get what she could on her own from the gophers and mice.
Yesterday, we noticed she seemed to have been bitten by some animal on the side of her body, but she was still up for the twice daily cat food. Today Puss Cat did not appear for breakfast but later I saw her lying in the sun and not moving. I walked over and she did not move, but her eyes opened. I relaxed my feeding discipline and brought the morning food to her and she turned her head away.
At my age, 93, I recognized that she had accepted death and was just waiting with dignity for it to come. I started to cry because I saw that gentle little creature approaching death with such animal dignity. I hope that will be possible for me.