Today I was faced with the grim task of saying goodbye to the one true friend who loved me unconditionally. I had to put my faithful friend and protector of 17 years down. He knew it was time. I could see it in his eyes. He didn’t cry going to the vet or during the exam. He knew what was happening and wanted it to happen. I simply didn’t even want to see him in pain or ever have him feel pain for that matter. He kept his composure and even sat in front of the door going into the medical part of the office while I cried like a blubbering idiot. It was very traumatic and sad for me. I had even take .5 Xanax and that still didn’t help. It was just a horrible experience that was made worse when I got home. The apartment was empty and my anxiety level went from moderate to extreme very quickly. I ended up having to see Dr. Dragonfly to talk my way through it.
Midnight came from my parent’s garage back in Ohio. I brought him home as a little, tiny kitten. He fit in the palm of my hand. It was obvious from the start that he was a very intelligent cat. I was able to teach him many different commands. The only thing I wasn’t able to teach him with how to walk with a harness. He’d go two steps and plop down on the ground. He’d play fetch and all sorts of other things.
Brian and Major taught him all sorts of other things, bad habits. He started to get a taste for human food. He’s a cat, so I never had a problem giving him raw meat. They gave him all sorts of cooked food, lunch meat, pizza, etc. By the time it was over, he’d eat everything except garlic and fruit. He didn’t care. He’d like the porcelain off of the bowl.
He also looked out for me. He knew when an attack was coming on. He’d jump up on the couch beside me an just lay there purring. If I was already laying down, he’d lay on my legs or up my ribcage, wherever he was comfortable and just stay there for hours. When I moved, he would just shift his weight too until I was back where I had been before. Midnight would even go so far as to hiss and swat at anyone who approached me when I was in a really bad way.
I’m not going to talk about his decline. I want to remember him how he was. I want to remember how he used to clear a floor or a room when he pooped. I want to remember how he ran through the house like a madman after he pooped. I want to remember how he would take cheese or lunchmeat straight out of your hand if you weren’t paying attention or how he would impatiently wait until you finished with the bowl of chili and put it on the ground for him to finish. I want to remember how he would like the ice at the top of a water glass or would put his paw in the glass and like the water off if it was too far down. I want to remember how he could jump from the ground to the top of the fridge in a single bound.
He was a super cat. He was a wonderful cat. He was probably the smartest cat I’ve ever known or had the pleasure to have in my life for such a long period of time. He will be sorely missed and will never be replaced. He will always be momma’s little boy and will always be into something that usually has to do with food. He deserves his rest now. He’s admirably done his job. I couldn’t have asked for more. He was a beautiful, kind and loving cat who followed me around like a lost puppy. He will be remembered fondly as the young, agile, happy cat the he always was.
I’ll always love you Midnight and you’ll have a very special place in momma’s heart.
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