As I write this, my moms cat is dying on her lap.
The cat is finding solace there as he approaches the end of his time with her and waits for the end he seems to know is imminent.
My mom is quietly weeping while she pets him, checking occasionally to see if he is breathing, speaking softly to him in the voice he knows and loves.
He is barely, yet audibly, purring.
Mom has chosen to allow him to die here, with her…he is not in pain and the trip to the vet would be traumatic and cruel.
To die at home, held by his beloved mom, is as it should be.
My heart is breaking over the impending death of an old friend…he’s been here twenty some years…and from the impact of his loss on my 81 year old mother who is already suffering from age and dementia.
I wonder what she’s thinking…what she’s fearing…I know the pain she’s feeling.
She has lost much and now she must deal with a loss that is a part of her heart.
This is where I got my love for cats…which I count as a rich inheritance.
I am trying to be responsible and make the arrangements for Punkins cremation…knowing that it won’t be long until I have to make arrangements for her as well.
The scene in my front room is as sad a scene as you can paint.
In this darkness I heard the whisper of God…a word of hope.
This is not the final scene.
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.” (Romans 8:18–25 ESV)
There will be a day when all this pain, suffering, and death will end and the whole creation…including people and cats and all that has been…will be redeemed and set free…transformed by the love and mercy of God into what He intended.
The rail thin, dying cat and the grieving old woman will be whole again, free from the pain and corruption of this age.
Today or tomorrow the cat will be released from this place and will take his place at the gate of heaven waiting for his momma.
His sister, Miss Kitty, will meet him there and tell him how good Chester has been since he arrived.
Someday…mom and I will be reunited with all our pets…and probably some people, too.
The people will have to wait…
This is the hope I live in, the hope I wait for, the hope that is as real to me as the sadness of today.
This is what my Jesus has done and what He’s going to do.
He’s done it for me, for you, for all we love.
Someday the weeping will be from sheer joy…
If cats shed in heaven there’s cat hair on the pristine robe of the Master…
Make your own application…
Postscript: He passed quietly this morning, falling asleep next to his mom.