Saying Goodbye to Inky

Saying Goodbye to Inky

In early January, I had to make a difficult decision about our cat, Inky. She had begun to lose control of her body and could not take care of herself. I was worried she was suffering and thought it might be time to let her go.

The vet agreed.

For nearly seventeen years, Inky was part of our family. Beyond entertainment and companionship, in the early years of her life she helped me teach my kids about handling responsibilities as they took turns feeding her and tending to her litter box.

Inky Trip DetenteShe also gave me some great writing material. She was brave, outlasting the foxes more than once in my backyard. She was inspiring, steadfastly determined in her routines. And although she didn’t take to strangers very easily, she and my dog, Tripp, enjoyed a détente relationship of mutual respect—although I think Tripp “respected” Inky a little more.

Once the kids left for college, the family cat became my cat; the family dog, my dog. It’s funny how you get used to the routine an animal requires. With no more carpools or family dinners to anchor the day, their needs become a primary consideration, often structuring our plans.

Inky Tripp couch sharingInky’s requirements were a sunrise feeding of dry food moistened with water, a pristine litter box, and a daily reservation on the warm sunny spot on top of the couch she claimed as hers.

Like children, our pets teach us how to care for them. We learn to read their signals, and Inky’s were quite clear. She had the you-better-feed-me incessant meow; the I-need-to-go-outside meow; and the always feared, you-better-put-me-down-now meow.

We listen. We learn. We try to train them, but mostly they train us.

Inky was finicky, easily earning that reputation by eating only the food in her bowl, never off the floor, should a morsel spill out. Tripp loved her leftovers, dashing back to the bathroom where I fed his persnickety sibling as soon as he heard me open the door for her to go outside.

Since she left us, I keep hearing her hungry meow, and Tripp still rushes in to check the empty spot of her food bowl on occasion, but slowly we’re adjusting to life without Inky.

Then a card came in the mail.

With a handwritten address and return address—so rare these days—I thought it was perhaps a belated New Year’s card. But when I opened it, instead of a bold cheer for the year ahead, a beautiful dark purple flower greeted me, opened toward a muted light. A drop of water rested on one outstretched petal, sparkling. Around the edge of the card were patterned tracks, the faintest of paw prints.

Still puzzled, I opened it to read:

Inky Card

And I cried.

I swallowed hard, reading on. The vet and her two assistants not only signed the card, but wrote personal notes to me, expressing sympathy and hopes that memories would soon fill the emptiness.

How thoughtful. And how right they were! Without Inky, the cadence of my life has changed. Still, I am grateful she is not suffering, grateful she was in my family’s life.

Now it’s time to let the memories win.

How about you? Have pets touched your life? Tell me about it. I’d love to know.

My best—always,

Becky  (Nana B)

Many thanks to Dr. Gernhart and her team at Timonium Animal Hospital who gave such good care to Inky and continue to give good care to Tripp. Animal lovers, check out their Facebook Page.

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Comments

  1. Beverly Brooks says

    I picked Flannels ashes up today from Dr Boston’s office. For a little more than 17 year’s he also taught me how to care for him 🙂 Flannel passed three weeks ago while we were on vacation. Tammy was caring for him while we were away. She found him laying in his favorite sun spot in the Diningroom. He had peacefully passed in his sleep. Like you I was concerned that he might be suffering. During our last visit Dr Boston assured me I would know when it was … time. I’m so thankful I didn’t have to make “the decision”. I can’t imagine how difficult it was for you. Thanks for writing this wonderful lesson on the life & death of a beloved pet! Sending you a big hug. Love, Cousin Beverly

    • Oh my, Beverly. I’m sorry to learn of your loss but am glad Flannels seemed to be peaceful in his death. Thanks for the kind words about my column. Yes, our pets give us so much joy, truly enriching our lives. Love to you, too. Becky