I grew up with dogs. As many as 3 at the same time. But, my first wife wanted a cat and we got our first one, Cagney, in December 1984. I had never been a cat fan, but it took me about two days to fall totally in love with Cagney.
We both worked full time, and I thought Cagney would like some companionship, so in May 1985, we adopted a second cat, Shannon, to keep him company. They became almost inseparable. When my first wife and I divorced, I paid her $10,000 to keep both cats, whom we had adopted for a total of $85.
Shannon died of kidney failure in September 2001. There were a few scratching posts in the house, but one only Shannon exclusively used. For three months following her death, I would come home at least once a week to find Cagney with his arms wrapped around that scratching post. He missed her so much.
He was almost 21 when he died on April 5, 2005. Like all but one of my cats, he was put to sleep at home, in my arms and on my bed where he had slept every night since his adoption. Just like the wonderful cartoon, from the way he looked at me as I held him, he knew it was time for him to go and he was saying with his eyes the very same things the dog in the cartoon told his owner.
That was very comforting, but the fact is that 18-plus years later I still love him and miss him. I’m crying as I write this.
I’ve had to put 5 cats to sleep in the 39 years that they have been my pets, and I still think about every one of them almost daily. The sadness becomes more bearable over time, but, for me at least, it has never gone away. Dogs and cats are better than us humans, and we are extraordinarily lucky to have had them in our lives.