Wednesday, June 24, 2009
goodbye meow meow
I used the heaviest shovel possible for the working of burying the cat we called Meow Meow; the shovel with the solid metal handle typically reserved only for prying up stumps. I wanted the job to be as hard as possible so that the weight of my emotions might be matched by that of my labor. I cried the whole time.
For the last year and a half she's spent more time at Jane's house, our neighbor across the street. Jane has experienced several tragedies in the last few years and perhaps Meow Meow sensed that. Jane said she was quite a comfort. Or maybe it's that Jane was feeding her wet food. Jane called this morning to tell us that Meow Meow, an older cat, was dying in her kitchen. My wife and I ran over and Meow Meow was no more.
I've tried sevreal times to tell the story of Meow Meow and I'm not sure I've ever done a great job. Here is the only version I've ever written down.
It's hard to explain what this cat meant to me and why. Goodbye Meow Meow. I will miss you greatly.