It is with great sadness that I write to you tonight.
Blond Girl, my bride of more than forty years, and I, are mourning the loss of our beautiful White Persian kitty of so many years, Alyssa, who went to heaven a little while ago.
Alyssa passed her 18th birthday just before Christmas, and has been experiencing serious aging problems that go with a very elderly feline, including kidney failure. According to my wife, during the past week, Alyssa took a turn for the worst, and our vet advised her yesterday that there wasn’t any hope of reversing the mortal condition she was in.
This morning then, my wife said goodbye to her, an agonizing experience, I know. And after work this evening, our daughter, Sweetie Girl, who lives several miles away, and who lost her 16 year-old Siamese female last July, and our youngest son, came down to our home and took Alyssa to the vet for the final time, so she would no longer be in pain.
When I arrived back at my travel trailer a little while ago, an email was waiting for me from my wife, advising of Alyssa’s passing. I understand that she just couldn’t bring herself to call me about it, and that’s OK.
What is kind of hard about this for me, is my being down here on the coast, on personal mission, some 1000+ miles from home, as this happened. I didn’t get to hold Alyssa and say goodbye to her, and I am unable to hold my wife and help comfort her.
I called her a little while after getting the email, and then we cried together on the phone. Fortunately, my daughter is with my wife and will stay with her for awhile this evening. She understand what it is like.
Alyssa was the most affectionate cat we’ve ever had, just one of a kind, that’s for sure.
We will miss her, and we know that someday down the road, our paths cross again.
At the moment though, that comforting thought doesn’t make dealing with her loss any easier.
Things in life aren’t always the way we might like them to be.