Of all the times for everything to fall into place. I intended to make arrangements for Click’s euthanasia, figuring I’d have at least the weekend to get used to the idea – which I had honestly not been seriously contemplating, which I guess shows the power of positive denial. Then it was as if everybody had been ready to go, just waiting for me to catch up.
Click died very peacefully at 2 this afternoon, totally without drama, literally in my arms. In the course of a long, cat-filled life I’ve buried quite a number of cats, but none with more sorrow and regret than Click. She was one of the special ones, and deserved a longer life with a more dignified end. But death is no respecter of nobility.
If there’s a cat heaven, I’m guessing from now on it adjoins rabbit hell.