My Little Princess, Part 4: Our Last Goodbye


After the Pesty incident (see "Pesty"), we gave up on trying to find my little Princess a mate. She did though. Just a few weeks after we returned the little guy, she snuck out of the house and found her OWN husband! This ended up, 2 months later, in the birth of two beautiful kittens. It wasn't hard at all to find homes for these adorable creatures, and we felt assured that her line would live on. Somehow that didn't seem as important than as it does now . . .

Princess was barely twelve years old when she started to develop a mysterious and unpleasant illness: she became unable to empty her bowels. At first we thought she was constipated, but it was soon discovered that her situation was far worse than simple e-lax. The veterinarian wasn't too positive, but he manually emptied her bowels and prescribed her some medication. It was only a few days before she was once more meowing in pain, and we were off to the vet another time.

The news we received at this visit was pretty grim: "Princess has Mega Colon. This means that she no longer has enough muscle mass in her colon to empty her bowels."

"What can we do?" We asked.

"There is no cure," was the grim response. "The only option is for you to come weekly to have her bowel manually emptied."

At this suggestion, we could almost see poor Princess' eyes roll. She found even the most general vet visits VERY stressful, and these past two, she had thoroughly hated. "What do you suggest, then?" We asked.

"I would suggest putting her to sleep," was the grim, but expected, response.

Even when you anticipate a negative answer, it doesn't make it any easier: "Put her to sleep! Isn't that a bit rash? Are you sure that there are no other ways?"

"You're welcome to get a second opinion," was the kind reply. "She should be fine for another week, until her bowel fills up again."

"Can't we empty her ourselves???" We were drawing at straws and we knew it, but who wouldn't?

"You need special equipment in order to keep her discomfort to a minimum," was the honest response. "It would be easier on her if a vet did it."

That made sense, but it wasn't what we wanted to hear, and we left the clinic devastated. How could I do that to the one who had always been my pride and joy, the one who brightened my life? She was my faithful friend! She had traveled with me through the States and Canada! We had lived together in Washington State, Arizona and now in Ontario! How could I have my best friend put to sleep?

Princess, who didn't understand any of this, was just glad to be going home! Whenever I felt depressed, I could always rely on her to notice my mood and come and sit on my lap, and she did so this time, purring on my knees as I drove!

Her sitting with me didn't lift my mood much this time, however. It only made me realize how selfish my thoughts were. She hated having her bowel manually cleaned. How could I make her suffer this painful indignity just to continue to have my faithful friend? I held her close, and when she looked up at me with her ocean blue eyes, I started to cry. She reached over and rubbed her head against my cheek. She always hated to see me feel sad! This gesture had never failed to lighten my mood in the past, but today, it only made me feel worse!

After days of discussion, my wife and I finally decided that there was really only one option. My wife's grandmother would soon be visiting us. We would leave the boys, ages two and four, with her while we took Princess for her final vet visit. That way they could stay home and have fun with their great-grandmother and wouldn't have to experience leaving Princess and never bringing her home again.

That sad Thursday after work, my wife and I took my beloved cat on her last car ride. We entered the clinic depressed. We asked the receptionist if we could stay with Princess during the whole procedure and permission was granted. When the vet took Princess in his hands, she started to meow. Did she understand that he was to become an agent of doom? I took her instead, and laid her on the table for him. Then I caressed her front paws until she began to relax. She was looking straight into my eyes when she received her injection. She didn't panic. She trusted me and she knew I would do what was best for her. As I petted her, her eyes grew dim and she went into a peaceful sleep, one that would last forever.

I would be lying to tell you that I didn't cry. In fact, we were both crying when we left the clinic, but before leaving I was able to whisper one more time into Princess' ear: "Goodbye my friend. I sure will miss you!"

Though this happened eight years ago, I still remember it as vividly as if it were yesterday. I never replaced my precious cat. There was no way another one would be able to be for me what Princess had been. I learned from Princess that true friendship goes much farther that just being there for someone. True friendship notices when a friend is going through tough times and makes oneself available as an agent of cheer. True friendship is based on trust. True friendship knows that the friend will never forsake you and will always do what is best for you.

It is hard to find a true human friend. Just like the prodigal son, many have experienced that friendship is short-lived and is often based on selfish ambitions. As a result, many people don't know the kind of friendship I received from Princess, and there are many lonely people out there!

We all have one true friend in common, however, a friend we can always rely on, One who has promised: "I am with you always, to the very end of the age." (Matthew 28:20 NIV) This friend is always there for us and is willing and able to help us out whenever we are in trouble. In fact, He has a solution to ALL of our problems, and he encourages us to: "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28) He cheers with us when we are jubilant and cries when we are sad. He is there for us and He longs for our company.

I have never experienced any friendship that is deeper or more sweet than my friendship with Jesus. In fact, it is deeper and sweeter even than Princess' friendship. Jesus gives me inner peace and a purpose in life. I can trust in Him to always know what is best for me. I will never have to say to Him: "Goodbye my friend, I sure will miss you!" No matter where I am, He will be there as well, for: "Christ lives in me." (Galatians 2:20 NIV).

Do YOU know my best Friend?

Rob Chaffart

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