So, I found out today that the cat that we got when The Girl started Kindergarten has gone to The Rainbow Bridge. The Girl pinged me on Facebook, very upset because the Wasband had posted the passing on Facebook but didn’t even bother to call her (they live in the same town, FFS). Ok, I understand that he may have been upset (this assumes he has the capacity to love and care about something/someone other than himself which, from my cynical position, is assuming quite a bit), but The Girl grew up with that cat and she deserved to be told via a phone call, not to read the news on a Facebook wall.
And that, my friends, is a KEY as to why The Wasband is The WASband. To say his communication skills were lacking would be such a gross understatement, it’s hardly worth saying at all. Maybe I’m just really , really impossible to talk to. About anything. Ever.
At any rate, I am sad to hear that Edie DaKat has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, even though she was 14 years old (which is a fairly good, long, life for a cat…) She survived a plane trip from The Frozen Tundra to The Desert. I am trying not to think about what (apart from old age) might have lead to her demise and trying even harder to not think about the disposition of her Earthly remains. And I’m trying to not feel guilty about the whole situation since I was the one who saw the “kittens” sign in the first place, all those years ago.
I used to think that because there will possibly be occasions where out paths will cross in life due to The Girl (such as if/when she gets married) that I needed to remain on friendly terms with the Wasband. As of tonight, I am letting that go. I should have let it go years ago, but I have this horrible habit of wanting to believe the best about people.
I actually think this letting go process has been simmering a while. Certainly since my Freedom post the other day.
As for life events that we both might end up showing up for… I guess I’ll face that prospect when and if it comes up and not give it any more of my time and energy until then. As Lawyer Greenjeans would say “Don’t borrow trouble”.
I need to get to bed. I have things that I need to do tomorrow. I’ll leave you with this…
Poem For Cats
And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don’t they understand? Asked God
That you’ll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is….forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am….forever and ever and ever.