Thanks all! I really appreciate this!
The dear ones become parts of our own body, and when they disappear, they get replaced by phantom pains.
Our cat had a very distinctive and very delicate personality. At the same time, he was a warrior in Castaneda's sense. Never complained, even when he had very valid reasons to, he tried to solve all the problems by himself, AND not at the expense of others. We found him in the park 13 years ago. An adult stray (but castrated) cat, living off mice during a very cold, snowy and frosty winter. We said "Meouw", and ... suddenly the cat had an emotional breakdown... I ran back home to get some food, then we invited him to our house. He agreed ...
Much later, we discovered that he had broken bones. Hit by a car? People? He trusted us, we trusted him. A very wise cat, he amazed us many times...
Yet again (again and again) we feel a guilt of not giving to those, who passed away, more of what they enjoyed or even asked for, when we still could. Sounds familiar, right?
And then... Being ultimately responsible for deciding if the level of suffering is high enough to ask for a deadly injection ...
Oh my ... I'm crying again ...
We donated his body to the university, so he could save the life of a proof animal, and potentially lives of many more creatures.
(This post was last modified: 16 Apr 2023, 22:39 by Like Ra.)
The dear ones become parts of our own body, and when they disappear, they get replaced by phantom pains.
Our cat had a very distinctive and very delicate personality. At the same time, he was a warrior in Castaneda's sense. Never complained, even when he had very valid reasons to, he tried to solve all the problems by himself, AND not at the expense of others. We found him in the park 13 years ago. An adult stray (but castrated) cat, living off mice during a very cold, snowy and frosty winter. We said "Meouw", and ... suddenly the cat had an emotional breakdown... I ran back home to get some food, then we invited him to our house. He agreed ...
Much later, we discovered that he had broken bones. Hit by a car? People? He trusted us, we trusted him. A very wise cat, he amazed us many times...
Yet again (again and again) we feel a guilt of not giving to those, who passed away, more of what they enjoyed or even asked for, when we still could. Sounds familiar, right?
And then... Being ultimately responsible for deciding if the level of suffering is high enough to ask for a deadly injection ...
Oh my ... I'm crying again ...
We donated his body to the university, so he could save the life of a proof animal, and potentially lives of many more creatures.
