Friendship Drama

Three Miles to Go

“I know you hate being in that damn cage, but I can’t let you out. I really wish you would stop crying; this is hard enough without you making all that racket.”

Usually, I’m an aggressive and impatient driver, but today I’m driving slower than usual. I figure if I can stretch out the drive, it will prolong Cheeto’s life by a few more minutes.

I wipe away some tears. “This is your last day on this planet, and you’re spending it in a cage. I am so sorry. You should be in my daughter’s arms, purring and rubbing your head against her face.” The light turns red, and I place a finger inside the carrier and rub his fur, hoping to ease his anxiety. Cheeto has never liked car rides. It usually means a trip to the Vet for medication or boarding.

“I can never thank you enough, buddy, for the way you watched over my little girl. Remember that summer when she volunteered to work on that ranch? She stayed in that crappy motorhome they had on the grounds, and you kept her company day and night. I stopped worrying about her because I knew you were there for her.”

I slow the car even more.“ When she brought you home last year, we had to put you in quarantine for six months because we thought you had ringworm and you might infect our other kitty. It was the first time we met, remember? It was your first impression of us, and we put you in a big cage outside where you put up with heavy winds, rain, and bitter cold. I often wondered what you thought of us. Here you were in a new city, in a new house, with a new family, and you had to live outdoors while our other kitty was indoors, safe and warm. Oh, we explained why you had to be in that cage, but we knew you didn’t understand. I remember you huddling in the corner of that cage, where we put a blanket so you could stay warm at night.”

I take a sip from my fast-food coffee cup. “I remember Nicole sitting outside with you as you both got soaked. I remember telling her you would both catch a cold, but she wouldn’t leave your side just as you never left hers. She would have slept in that cage if we had let her. We wasted six months of your life keeping you in quarantine, and it turned out you never had ringworm. You were so happy when we finally let you in the house. You played with Felix, chased toys, and slept with Nicole at night.”

I glance down at the GPS. “Three more miles to go, bud. I wish it were three hundred miles. That would give us a few more hours together. Did you like your breakfast this morning? You’ve never had tuna fish before, have you? I watched you struggle to eat it, but you were a clean plater. Good job. I wish I had given you tuna when you could have enjoyed it more. I’m sorry it took so long, but at least you got to taste it. I never knew kitties could get cancer. It isn’t fair. You’re only eight years old. I don’t know how old that is in cat years, but it’s too short, whatever it is.”

I pull up to a stop sign and sit there longer than I should. “Nicole would be here with you if she could, but you already know she’s away at college. You were so depressed when she left, and I thought you might run away. But you stayed with me and Marie, and you were kind to us, and the love you showed Nicole you shared with us. I remember when she came home on spring break. You were beside yourself with joy. It was so unexpected for a cat. I gotta be honest with you; most cats are aloof, but you’ve never been a typical cat. Nicole’s studying to be a vet, you know. She wants to be able to help other kitties like you and help other families like us.”

Cheeto tries to stand inside his transport but is too weak. “Marie is away on a retreat with some of her friends. I thought today would be the best day to do – to do what has to be done.” Cheeto looks at me through the plastic slats and gives me an. It’s okay. I understand kind of look.

“I don’t know if you really understand what’s going to happen today, buddy, but it’ll be okay. You’re just going to go to sleep. That’s all. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just going to be a long peaceful sleep. Kitties like to sleep, right? We’re doing this today because I don’t want our girls to have to do this. You wouldn’t want that either, would you? This is a man’s job. Men are tough and unemotional – we never express our feelings, and we never get attached to anyone or anything. Right?”

Cheeto closes his eyes, and I wish I could hug him. “Who am I kidding? I hate these final minutes. I know you can’t see out the car window. I wish you could get one final look at the birds and the trees. What you don’t know is that I’ve circled the block three times already. One more time around, the block won’t hurt. Right?”

Cheeto lets out a pitiful whine. “You were so good when we gave you those saline injections. You just sat there and let us pump that liquid into your skinny little body. It gave you life and energy for a brief time, but it was short-lived, and it wasn’t a cure.”

I pull into the Vet’s parking lot and turn off the car. “Look, I’m not good at this, but there’s no one else around. It’s just you and me, so – let me tell you again how much I love you. I also want to thank you for the joy you brought to Nicole and Marie. I know they are both saying prayers for you right now. None of us know if there’s a heaven for good kitties, but we hope there is. You’d be the top dog if you’ll pardon my pun.” Cheeto meows. “I know, bud. I know. It’s been a good life, though – hasn’t it? We are so lucky you came into our lives. Look, we only have a couple of minutes left. Is there anything you want to say to me before we go inside?” Cheeto lays his chin on his paws. “Please – I need to hear your voice one more time.” Cheeto turns and looks at me. “Please, buddy. This is so – hard.” I swallow a baseball lump of emotion. “Please. I can’t do this knowing you hate me.” Cheeto’s body shakes, and he struggles to his feet. He looks me square in the eyes and offers me a final meow.

“I know how hard it was for you to stand up. Thank you. Thank you – so much. I love you too, buddy. I love you too.”

February 25, 2023 22:26

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