Saturday, December 12, 2009

Farewell, JD

The inevitable finally happened. JD, our 17 year old cat who had been suffering from chronic kidney disease for more than 2 years, died on December 1. When it became obvious that this time he wouldn’t be able to rally as he had in the past, we took him to the vet. The vet assured us that it wouldn’t be long and that he would be in no pain, so we decided against euthanasia and took him home to die in comfortable, familiar surroundings. I stayed with him for the last few days of his life. I carried him outside to his favorite claw-sharpening tree; we stopped at the catnip patch where a few green and aromatic leaves remained after the last frost; we visited the wildflower garden that he had so enjoyed exploring while I took photographs only a handful of months ago. On what would be his last day, I got him settled in one of his favorite chairs in the sunroom. He napped for the rest of the morning with brief periods of alertness when he seemed to want me to hold his head and pet him gently. Just after noon, he grimaced, exhaled with a small gasp, and died as I cradled his head and whispered sweet nothings through my tears.  Even though my heart was breaking, I was thinking that we should all hope to slip away so easily …


We adopted JD from a shelter when he was already 7 years old, fallout from a divorce. But he adapted to our household easily and in a flash was part of the family. He was a wonderful cat and was my constant companion anytime I was at home. He slept beside me or on top of me every night (depending on the season), followed me around in the mornings as I got ready for work, and would be waiting for us every evening when we came home. If I went outside, JD went outside; if I was working in the kitchen, JD would be in the kitchen; if I was sitting in the den working on my laptop or watching TV, JD would be in my lap. The ritual during the fine weather of the spring and summer months was for JD to demand that I take him for a walk through the gardens so he could sharpen his claws on the bitternut hickory, the red maple, the linden, and two black walnut trees in the yard. If I lagged behind him too much before taking the steps down into the secret garden, he would meow insistently until I caught up with him. From there we would go to the catnip, then the lilies and jack-in-the-pulpit, next stop in the wildflower garden, then around the front of the house with the cone flowers to the daffodils, coreopsis, aesclepius, and liatris in the side garden before finally coming back to our starting point at the back door.  I think the garden is where I will miss him most.

Below are some of my favorite photos of JD and I have added a new slide show with even more photos to the right of this post.

JD poses under the lamp.


Max and JD in the daffodils.


In the lily garden.


Laptop kitty.


JD and Max on the path in the secret garden.


A warm spot in the sunroom.


Feeling the spring breeze.


JD with the large jack-in-the-pulpit.


JD in the wildflower garden next to what is now his last resting place.


Sharpening his claws on the black walnut tree.


JD in the catnip patch.


JD in his last days.


JD sniffing the flower I am photograping.


JD catching up to me as I take photographs in the wildflower garden.


JD, waiting just ahead for me.


11 comments:

  1. Sad news Wilma, but a beautiful tribute to handsome friend and companion.

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  2. Wilma, I am so sorry. JD was a lovely handsome cat. Your tribute was warm and beautifuly written. I am glad you were with him at the end.

    John

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  3. A very moving tribute to a beloved companion. My thoughts are with you - I have been through similar situations and know how much of a loss it is.

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  4. So sorry Wilma, I was sobbing as I read. A heartbreaking but very beautiful tribute to your friend JD.

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  5. My sympathy to you, Wilma. JD was a beautiful cat. You will always remember him.

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  6. Hi Wilma,sorry to hear about JD.
    We lost our American Ragdoll about three months ago, she was only 12 years old.
    Looks like JD had a great home and a lovely life going by his age.
    Once again sorry.
    John.

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  7. I know life won't be the same without JD Wilma but you have so many happy memories of this loveable companion to fall back on.

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  8. This post is a fitting tribute to JD, Wilma. Sorry to hear about this.
    We had to use euthanasia on our dog some years ago now as he was in terrible pain, but we still miss him dreadfully.

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  9. Dear David, Keith, John, Midmarsh John, Karen, Nan, Madi, JR, Frank, and Roy,

    writing this farewell to JD was a sad but very therapeutic activity. Your sweet and thoughtful comments mean a lot to me; it is so incredibly helpful to know that other people understand and empathize with what I am experiencing. Thank you all.

    best regards,
    Wilma

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