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Three Cats And A Dog

Three Cats And A Dog

It will be four years ago this June that Mr. Right Click and I got married. We were living in a loft apartment in Santa Monica, and we had three cats and a dog.

wedding invitation

We had a wedding website, and this was before everybody had wedding websites. But I didn’t get a free website, or just set up a wedding blog on Blogger. I hand-coded the wedding website site myself in DreamWeaver, and set it up on my own URL. That URL was threecatsandadog.net.

wedding invite detail

Threecatsandadog.com was already taken by some kind of Bluegrass band, and it annoyed me to have the “.net” suffix on the site — because I like to have things just so — but I thought the three cats and a dog part was the most important. Because I thought it represented us as a couple, and hinted at some of what made us so well-matched for each other.

Both me and Mr. Right-Click have always had friends in animals. Before we met, the unconditional love we got from animals was what made our respective unhappy childhoods more bearable. When we decided to get married, it was to be a union of all of us, Mr. Right-Click’s two cats, Magic and Coast, my cat, Ryan, and my dog, Sidney. When Mr. Right-Click proposed, it was not just to me, but to me and Sidney.

After we got married, time started moving really quickly. I got pregnant, we bought a house, and Mini was born. One day we found Magic lying on the ground, unable to use his back legs. Mr. Right-Click had to rush him to the emergency vet clinic, but there was nothing they could do. He had suffered a stroke, and was in a lot of pain. We had to let him go that night. After that, we were two cats, a dog, and a baby.

Mini started crawling. Somewhere along the way, Sidney had developed food aggression, and one day she nipped Mini near his eye because she felt — strongly — that he was crawling too close to her food. I love that damn dog, but I’m of the school of thought that you don’t give a dog a second chance to bite a baby. So we tearfully packed up Sidney’s dog bowl and her bed and took her to my Mom’s house. We still get to see her, but she’s not with us all of the time now. Every time we’ve had the chance to visit her, she feels like a little bit less of my dog, and a little bit more of somebody else’s. It hurts, but when I try to juggle playing with her and playing with Mini, and I see both of them getting annoyed and jealous, then I think that maybe it’s better she cannot be one of us anymore, and that she’s happier now where she is, because she is back at the top of the pack. And that makes me happy.

Still, after that, we were down to two cats and a baby.

But Mini was becoming a toddler, and the two cats, Coast and Ryan, had fallen in love. They became the best of friends in their golden years, and would spend all day outside sunbathing on the patio. I finished my dissertation and started this blog. Mini started school (?!), and one day we looked at Ryan and realized she had gone from grossly overweight to very thin, and started her on a regimen subcutaneous fluids. We called the regimen “waterboarding,” and she responded to it for a while. We got about six more months before we had to say goodbye. I held her while she was dying, and I felt like there was a hole in my heart. Mr. Right-Click told me that every day it would hurt a little bit less than the day before. We were down to one cat and a baby.

Coast was the last man standing. He was the unlikeliest of survivors, but then he had always been a fighter, even as the runt of his litter, even when he somehow miraculously recovered from a condition that should have killed him ten years ago, even during his career as the smallest of all of our animals, he was always, hands-down, the bravest of all of them. I guess he had to be. He was a courageous, gentle soul, but after he lost Ryan something broke inside of him. In those first few weeks, Coast would cry and cry for her, begging us to please just bring her back. We worried that he would die of a broken heart. But we weren’t sure that getting another cat as a companion for him was the right thing to do, given his age, which at 15 was almost like a 95 year old human.But his cries, and mine, were unbearable, so we got another cat, Edie, to try to fill the hole that Ryan left. But anyone who has ever loved a pet knows that this is not really how it works: the hole never really gets filled, it just kind of gets grown around, or scabbed over, while the new pet burrows a nesting place of its own. And for myself, I threw myself in again, just as hard, because the love is just as strong as it is totally different. Both Coast and I stopped crying. Every day it hurt a little bit less than the day before. We were two cats and a toddler.

Coast started to decline, and he couldn’t tolerate Edie’s incessant harassment. We separated them, we distracted Edie with cat toys, we took Coast in to the vet hospital because he was down to skin and bones. We feared for the worst, but at first he was fighting. They thought that he could either have a liver condition that could respond to treatment, or that he had lymphoma. And if he had lymphoma, he was far too old and fragile to treat, but we wanted to see if we could get his liver to react. We couldn’t. I took him into the hospital again on Monday, and they said that he was close to dying from starvation, because his liver was malfunctioning so badly that any food he took in was, in effect, making him more sick, even as it nourished him.

Goodbye Coast

On Wednesday night, I told Mr. Right-Click we had to put him down. We worried it wasn’t the right decision: what if he started to recover? He was still sitting out in the sun today, wasn’t he? Maybe the medicine was going to work, after all?

But he was skin and bones. And we had to force feed him food with a syringe to keep him from starving, which is no way to live. He would fight it, like he knew how to do so well. And this morning he clawed Mr. Right-Click, on purpose, for the first time in his life, because he was sick of being force-fed. And then Mr. Right-Click knew it was time, and we took him in. Mr. Right-Click held him while he was dying, and he felt like there was a hole in his heart. I told him that every day it would hurt a little bit less than the day before. Because it’s true. Even though we are going to miss you so very very much, C-Man, it’s true, because we know you are not in pain anymore and you gave us so many good years, out of the nobility of your spirit and the gentleness of your soul. We were so proud to have known you, and I will always remember the depth of your green eyes, and the beauty of your heart.

This post is to inform you that the Right-Clicks are now one kitten, a little boy, and two adults a little worse for wear, but still fighting. I should check and see if that URL is available.

Comments (31)

  1. Mar 25, 2010

    I’m sorry to hear about your kittah. It is so hard to lose a pet. We lost our beloved Border Collie Bandit over four years ago and you are right, it hurts a little bit less everyday.

  2. Mar 25, 2010

    Awww. You are making me all cry-y. So sorry about the kitty.

  3. Mar 25, 2010

    Ah crap Anna, I’m so sorry. For the whole Right-Click family.

  4. Mar 25, 2010

    I’m so sorry to hear that Anna. Pets become such a strong part of our families. It’s never easy.

  5. Mar 25, 2010

    I’m sorry for your loss, it’s a tough one.

  6. Mar 25, 2010

    RIP C-Kitteh. Loves and hugs, Anna.

  7. Mar 26, 2010

    Peace to your dear, sweet boy. And peace and hugs to all of you.

  8. Mar 26, 2010

    Aww, that was a terribly sweet narrative, and that last pic of Coast and his little legs made me want to reach through the screen and coast away with the little guy.

    Hang in there with your ever-evolving, lovely little family.

  9. Another Anna
    Mar 26, 2010

    So sorry about your kitty. Glad he had a rich, long (LONG) life, though of course it never seems long enough – that’s how the pets break our hearts.

  10. Mar 26, 2010

    Oh, Anna. I’m so sorry. Much love to you all.

  11. Mar 26, 2010

    Ohhh. I’m sorry.

    (I totally want you to write my obit though, because Coast has a better obit now than most humans)

  12. Jackie
    Mar 26, 2010

    Your piece was beautiful and truthful and made me cry. We lost our beloved dog in December. I still miss her and feel a sadness not to have her in my life. Last week we brought home a new little puppy. She isn’t a replacement but a new dog to love and give a good home to. New puppy is herself and as you said so perfectly: “the hole never really gets filled, it just kind of gets grown around, or scabbed over, while the new pet burrows a nesting place of its own”.

    We are very blessed to have our pets in our life, just wish it wasn’t so short a time, only a fraction of our lives…

  13. Mar 26, 2010

    I’m so sorry. Pets are like family and it hurts just that much. I know it will never really be okay, but it will, as you said, get better with time. Best wishes to you all…three people, one cat and much more to come.

  14. Mr. Right-Click
    Mar 26, 2010

    Thank you abdpbt readers all for these kind words of solace. Thank you, Anna, for this beautiful tribute to my friend of 15 years and our loving Coast. With tears and just a tiny smile today. I love you! MRC

  15. Mar 26, 2010

    Aaaah, it’s just too much sometimes.

    So sorry. Coast was beautiful.

  16. Mar 26, 2010

    I am so sorry for your loss. You will meet them all again at the “Rainbow Bridge”

  17. Mar 26, 2010

    I’m so sorry. After I had kids, I realized that the love I had for my kids trumped the love I had for my cats, but not because I loved my pets even one tiny bit less. Two of my three cats are in their declining years, the third has already gone. Your post really hits home, filled with love and eloquence.

  18. AKD
    Mar 26, 2010

    When my husband and I moved in together, we had 4 cats in a small 2-bedroom apartment. We’ve had to say goodbye to 3 of the cats over the last 7 years… and it was just as heartbreaking as you describe. You always have that thought of “are we doing the right thing?”
    This week we spent $781 on our two healthy cats (one of the old batch and one new)… just regular checkups and teeth cleaning. Though I’ve been smarting over spending that much money on them, your post makes me appreciate that it *was* just normal stuff, not the big, hard, sad decisions.

  19. Mar 26, 2010

    I’m so sorry. I’m a huge animal lover too and lost one of my first kitties last year. Coast was a beautiful cat.

  20. Mar 26, 2010

    I’m so sorry. Coast was a beautiful cat. I hope you’re all doing well through this.

  21. Mar 26, 2010

    Sorry about your and Mr. Right-Click’s loss.

  22. Mar 26, 2010

    Poor kitty. And poor Right-Click family. Coast sounds like he was a real champ …

  23. Mar 27, 2010

    I was Saturday morning blog surfing when I stumbled upon this post. Such a touching story… i’m in tears. Sorry for you loss.


  24. lloyddabbler
    Mar 27, 2010

    Were I not a pile of mush with tissues up each nostril right now, I would say something more eloquent and helpful than I ache for your loss. I just do.

  25. Michele
    Mar 27, 2010

    So sorry to you all. As a family of two cats who are my furry children and siblings to my son, your loss is so very real to us.

    Godspeed Coast.

  26. Mar 29, 2010

    I’m really sorry. Of course you’re a bit worse for the wear, but totally worth it for what you had with them.

  27. Susan Tiner
    Mar 29, 2010

    Heartbreaking. So sorry.

  28. Denise
    Mar 29, 2010

    Lovely post. RIP Coast and hugs to you and your family.

  29. Apr 5, 2010

    This is a beautiful post, Anna.

    So sorry for your loss.

  30. Jul 13, 2010

    I recently (within the last 2 weeks) found your blog and, still reeling from losing my 15-year-old cat on Friday to lymphoma, found this post from your ChumChum post.

    I’m so sorry for your loss and I hope those holes in your heart are healing. Thank you for sharing your words with us.

  31. Jul 13, 2010

    Every day it hurts a little bit less — this is the cliche we used and it’s true. I hope you will find this to be true as well. Thanks for stopping by.

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