I’ll never forget the day we had to say goodbye to our sweet and loyal cat Cinnamon aka “Chubs”. Losing a member of the family is always hard, but the thing that has really stuck with me when I think about that day is my husband’s final moments with his beloved friend.chub

When we learned the extent of Cinnamon’s illness I was nearly inconsolable. My husband was there for me, as stoic and understanding as always. He was strong enough for the both of us, and when it finally came time for that awful car ride I thought I would be able to handle what had to be done. I was wrong. In the room at our veterinarian’s office, as I held the paw of my sweet Chubs and told her that I loved her and would miss her, I broke down and had to leave the room for a few minutes to try to regain my composure. When I returned my husband was wiping tears from his eyes. “Allergy season” he explained as our veterinarian told us it was time. Allergy season had been over for months, and in all the years we’d been married he never had a problem with allergies.

hemingwaybookThe special bond between a man and his pet transcends our ideas of machismo and masculinity. It’s powerful enough to reach even the strongest, most silent type. Ernest Hemingway had his cats, George Clooney let his pot-bellied pig sleep in his bed, and U.S. presidents have lived with their pets since before there was even a White House. Popular culture has always tugged at our heartstrings by highlighting this unique relationship. Our fictional heroes have had furry friends by their side for as long as there have been stories to tell. Charlie Brown had Snoopy and Calvin had Hobbes of courseclooney, but you can find this special relationship represented well before the Lone Ranger decided that maybe the solitary life wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be and picked up Silver.

The oldest surviving texts in human history clearly show this bond. King Arthur had a dog named Cafall that helped him make sure that the knights of the round table stayed chivalrous, and cats in Ancient Egypt received the same mummification treatment as the pharaohs did. As far back as the 8th century BC, Homer knew that Odysseus couldn’t begin his epic Odyssey without the valiant Argos setting sail with him. There’s just something about the complete, unconditional love of an animal that can turn even the toughest, most heroic man into a blubbering,
emotional softy.

As we drove home from the vet’s office that painful afternoon my husband was still suffering from his newly acquired allergies and I tried my best to hide the fact that I noticed. I put my hand on his kneSyke Terrier Named Bobbye and remembered an old story I had heard about a Skye Terrier named Bobby.

Bobby lived in Edinburgh, Scotland during the 1870s. He belonged to a night watchman named John Gray, and would accompany him on his rounds. When his owner died Bobby went to the burial service, and refused to leave. Friends and family tried to lure him away but he wouldn’t move from the grave. Bobby’s story got out and people in the neighborhood brought water and table scraps to him, assuming he would eventually follow them home. He never did. Bobby stayed at that grave until his own death, almost 14 years later. The townspeople built a statue in his honor that stands to this day.

There may not have been a statue erected when Cinnamon passed away, but I know that my husbandsecuredownload[1] won’t need a statue to keep her in his heart forever.

A Man and His Cat is a guest post from Lori Simmons, President of Kap-Lind Enterprises, Inc. (An American Manufacture of Pet Cremation Urns and Memorials)  Lori claims she’s just a simple gal trying to carry on the my father’s passion for his childhood dog Cesar.  Her father was well beyond his time when he started Kap-Lind in 1977, in an effort to properly memorialize his “best bud”.  She took over Kap-Lind in 2009.  Lori has a B.S. in Education from Columbia College.



25 thoughts on “A MAN AND HIS CAT

  1. Love this! Part of what made me fall in love was that on one of our first dates we spread the ashes of his recently deceased dog along all of the favorite spots he and his dog visited along their walks together. ❤


  2. What a beautiful story, I know my husband and I will be the same way when the time comes to say goodbye to our fur babies. I love the story of Bobby as well, that is really touching. That is Undying dedication for sure.
    Love & Biscuits,
    Dogs Luv Us and We Luv Them


  3. Such a beautiful heartfelt post. One we can all relate to. Oh, losing a beloved pet is something so deep…they sure do take a chunk of our hearts with them. I just lost my heart dog, Gibson, this past December and even with four other Huskies here, his presence is so missed and it’s a new “normal.” Very different without him. I still cry for him. He was my buddy, the one who had that “it” bond with me. I miss his company, love, and his sense of humor (yes, he was a funny boy!) I still miss my adopted Chelsey, who passed 11 years ago, and when we lost our rescue dog, Sandy, who we adopted from a shelter as a puppy and our first dog as a married couple. Losing Sandy was the first time I saw my hubby cry for a pet. Made me cry even more! And all my childhood dogs, horses, and fox…it’s a good thing we have big hearts, to fit all their memories in.


  4. When we had to have our Portie PTS, a little girl in the vet’s office came and sat next to my dog. She said, “Can I pet your puppy?” Hooper loved children and it was like a little angel had come to help us say good-bye. It is a tough “task” for all pet owners and any little help is always welcome.


  5. Pets sure do touch a special place in all our hearts. It’s very sweet to hear my dad talk about how he misses our childhood dog. He’s not an emotional guy, but when he talks about our dog, you can really hear how he loved him.


  6. This post made me feel all the feels! It brought back the vivid memory of the day I drove our family cat of 17 years, Mongo on his last ride. I played Jack Johnson lullabies for him and sobbed as we drove together! Our animals touch us deeply and in so many ways. I know how you both must have been feeling and I take solace in the fact that you now have a kitty guardian angel watching over you!


  7. So very touching, loving and thank you so much for sharing your sweet story with us. Loving a beloved family member is so very hard – and I’m sure your husband’s allergies will get a bit better over time…. but he’ll probably have an ‘allergy’ attack every now and again. Bless your hearts.


  8. I did not know that King Arthur had a cat… you had some solid factoids in here I didn’t know. I think losing an animal is one of the most difficult things someone will go through. It takes your breath away and has taken me years to recover from the loss of our dog, Sandola. Very nice post to also mention how your husband felt — allergies… 😦


  9. Aw what a bitter sweet story. My fiance isn’t the crying type and the one time I saw him really upset was when our little 2 lb rabbit Zeus passed away.


  10. Oh my! Now I have an attack of those allergies too. The love between us and our animal companions is truly a bond. I am so sorry for your loss.


  11. Wasn’t Argos the dog that recognized Odysseus (in fact the other one to recognize him) when he came home disguised as a beggar? I don’t think he went with him on his journey unless I’m mixing up my myths up!

    Dogs are definitely man’s best friend.


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