A TRIBUTE TO OUR SWEET CAT, RUDY, who I found out this morning was killed last week by a large animal, according to the neighbor who found him... “You’re driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss….” I found out a couple hours ago what happened to our beloved cat, Rudy. A neighbor called last night to say he saw the flyer we had posted about Rudy and that his next door neighbor had found a dead cat in their yard about the time I had said Rudy had gone missing. He was sorry to tell me this, but thought we might like some closure. The neighbor had knocked on doors to ask if anyone was missing a cat, but he didn’t get to our house. The man told me that the neighbor who found the cat wasn’t home (last night) but owns a shop in Gresham. I went to see the man at his shop this morning. He was extremely nice – he and his wife have lived in the neighborhood 30 years (we’ve been here 24 years), but we had never met. He said he didn’t want to get too graphic, but he could tell that Rudy had been killed by a large animal – he said definitely not just a raccoon…. We talked for a while and I thanked him very much for giving us closure. Though we are both deeply saddened by the loss and for whatever suffering our sweet Rudy endured, we are also grateful to know what happened and to know that he isn’t lying somewhere suffering, or ‘stuck’ or lost, or picked up by some freak, or any of the other scenarios that go through ones head when something like this happens. The first picture is of Rudy and his sister, Rosie, when they were kittens. Our friends, Charlie and Mille raised Rosie, and she passed away a couple of years ago. Now Rudy can be with his little sister in cat heaven. Thank you to EVERYONE who thought of Rudy or sent us loving thoughts or comments after my initial post that he had gone missing (ten days ago). We love you, Rudy. Thank you for the countless hours of joy and unconditional love that you provided us… “Grief can destroy you, or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death. Or you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time... so you just lived, just took for granted the love of each day, and didn’t allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it… The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared…. and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can’t get off your knees for a long time; you’re driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness. . . .” Dean Koontz
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 19:47:21 +0000
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