My 18 year old cat, Lilly…(aptly named after Lillian Hellman)
I have to do it. Lillian Hellman, my girl “Lilly” is the last of this kitty-pack…. she’s is the final one. There was Tallulah Bankhead (Lulu), and Dashiel Hammitt (Dash)….they’re gone, too. Poor Lilly, but poorer me as I don’t have the heart to let her go, though I know the best thing I can do for her is to let her go… to drift off peacefully and end her pain.
She is in pain – it came on all of a sudden. She’s always had a loud meow… but now, well, she cries so loudly the neighbors look sideways at me when I see them. They hear her, too. And they seem to understand, but they don’t really. If you have had a cat for eighteen years, you’d understand, too, I think.
It has been eighteen years. Tallulah lasted over twenty years, maybe because she was more a dog than an ordinary cat. She was the smartest cat I’d ever met. Tallulah opened doors, drawers, found ways to climb and snuggle in blankets even though they were tucked away on the highest shelf in a back closet.
Lilly, though beautiful, is not so smart… she’s feisty and oh so sassy, just like Lillian Hellman seemed to be … But Lilly? Just always has been missing a beat… a teeny bit off kilter she’s always been. She could be in a box with just her kitty litter, nothing else around, and she’d still miss the mark! Yup, Lilly has never been too smart.
But, she’s very, very sweet. Too sweet to let her continue on in pain.
This is very hard. Looking for the gratitude in this….