and so it ends

got a bit of sad news today, the family cat, which I gave away for adoption just a bit more than 1 mo ago, had died. not sure what happened. last time i transferred him over, he was healthy and in good hands with a new family who gave him a jacket! i have such mixed feeling. in fact we’re all sad, all 3 sisters (haven’t told younger bro yet). He was taken in way back in the summer of 1998 along with his twin brother. You can’t have more opposite stories for these 2 guys. it sounds cruel (especially to westerners) the way we call our cats (fat and crippled), but in vietnam, at least the vietnam that i grew up in, we don’t care about cats’ names really. anyhow, they arrived almost identical, and diverged only within a couple of months in. whereas his twin brother grew gigantic (fat) and healthy, this guy was just in and out of the hospital from the start. This is one of the rare pictures we still have of him still having 4 healthy legs.

i supposed it’s normal to have sad feeling when something you know almost since (his) birth is finally gone. The twin brother of course is still around. During their existence, we learn something valuable (or at least I do): not to adopt another pet, at least not here in the US in the condition we’re living in. When i grew up in vietnam, cats come and go as they please. All houses are open to the outside. One day a cat might just show up in your kitchen and decide to take refuge. then, it might leave. that is if we hadn’t accidentally kill it or it didn’t die accidentally by itself.  in vietnam, animals are animals and humans are humans. we don’t mix. not like here where you have people carrying their pets in purses or calling them children. there, cats hang out among their peers, mostly on the balcony sun-bathing or on the roof fighting. If you feed them, they come. otherwise, i’m not sure how they survived during my childhood actually.

(c) Peter van Aller

I can’t imagine having a pet here in the US when you live in apartments. Cats are not meant to be trapped and isolated inside locked doors. In the case of this poor guy, he went a bit mental i’d say. Particularly the time he was with me (it was not an option for me not to have him). I was away probably 90% of the time. the poor thing was constantly crying for attention. Of course we didn’t know our lives would change back in 1998 when we got them. back then, everyone was still under 1 roof going to school. we released them roaming the neighborhood, came back from school and played with them. Now, 2 sisters have little kids to tend to and apparently i have other things to do instead of staying at home tending to a locked up cat. poor thing. that was the reason i looked for a more suitable home for him before the recent move.

not much more to say really. i don’t know how people deal with losing pets. I was rather detached before, but now we are all in a little sad mood. there’s a little doubt of course in my mind that if he had stayed with me he would still be alive. alive and happy? that i’m not sure. at least i’d like to think he was tended to during his last minutes. any family who puts a jacket on him (we never did) would care for him.

and i end with an excerpt from a post by little sister on the occasion the family cat went under the knife for the last time, as well as some pictures.

money is not in the foreground of our decision making process, it’s mostly Cripple’s comfort and suffering. We are not sure if surgery will solve his discomfort in the long term, and I don’t want to put him through another major surgery after this ordeal. I just have to make sure I make J & H or L swear to me that they will take my cat if something happens to me.

Of course this somber occasion did not keep us from talking like reasonable people.

thadieu: me give u $1.5K ja?
i : sure
i : me no need right now yet
i : we split split when you have mula and pay back all your debts
thadieu: oh, T will contribute at least $500
i : T said so ?
i : he has no mula
thadieu: yep
thadieu: he has no mula?
thadieu: why not?
i : me thought he has no mula ?
thadieu: me just called him, he said yes, he can contribute
i : oh
i : ok
i : me just no want to put him under some hardship
i : when we get richo, me give T back mula
thadieu: just confirm w/ him again, he no has hardship
i : ok
i : miu
i : does he know what’s going on ?
i : C offered $500 but in bonds
i : meaning me come collecto when she has mula and job
thadieu: yep, me just debriefed him
thadieu: oh
thadieu: so here’s the state: me put in $1.5K, T $500, u $1K+ for now
thadieu: ja?
i : sure
i : does he want to vote ?
i : he can cast a vote
i : with his mula
thadieu: he no care really
i : every $500 is one phie^’u (vote)
thadieu: actually he cared a little bit
thadieu: “oh” , vs “ohhh”
thadieu: “oh” for surgery, “ohhh” for cha(.t cha^n (chop leg off)

in southern california

in northern california

in northern california

in car across the US

on east coast


About thả diều
writing-challenged opera-addict

One Response to and so it ends

  1. Eyesometric says:

    It’s certainly very normal to be sad at the loss of a cat. Some folk do regard the cat as a family member [ myself included ] and are really in pieces when it dies or, sometimes worse, it gets really sick and you have to decide if the final journey to the vet is required. I have loved several cats in my lifetime but, like you, deplore the practice of keeping a cat in a place where he can’t roam and horrid extremes like dressing up, carrying around or declawing. As you say, your cat was well looked after in his final weeks so your decision to rehome was right. Perhaps some music for your sadness?

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