Sitting in the glass house enjoying a cup of tea, a coal tit suddenly flew in. Not being able to find it’s way out itself, I tried to guide it. No success, the bird became more and more confused. Suddenly the cat woke up on it’s chair, alert and completely awake. The coal tit still flying around close to the floor didn’t notice what happened. The cat silently jumped from the chair and simply picked the bird between the furniture. A low squeak and the bird was gone.
I could have tried to save the bird, but a cats nature is to be a hunter. If I had saved the bird it would probably have flown into the glass house again at a later time with the same result. I’ve seen that many times by now.
I’m not a Disney person any longer, I believe nature has it’s own course and I should not intervene.
When I was little I used to cry watching the BBC programmes when the lions ate the wildebeest calves. I didn’t understand why the photographer let the lions eat the poor, poor calves. My parents tried to tell me that’s how nature is, but I was too little too understand. Layer on I learned, that in nature when someone gets eaten, another one lives…
We had many animals at home. A dog (and later another), cat(s), birds, turtles, geese, ducks, hens and pigeons. Oh I forgot fish, some in the aquarium and some in the garden pond.
All animals die eventually…That’s a fact!
I remember the ducklings that were not fit to live when they came out of the eggs. I remember the fish dying one by one by old age.
Every time I got a bit more used to losing a pet. I learned that some are fit to live and others are not. I learned that you can not necessarily rescue an animal which is poorly.
Recently, my the old cat was sick and I took her to the vet. She had cytitis, which sometimes happens to older cats. Penicillin was the cheap remedy to get her back on the feet.
At the vets, I met this girl in the waiting room. She had a small french bulldog cub with her. It turned out the cub had a cleft palate and due to this condition, it was half the size of its siblings and needed to be fed with a bottle. The vet wanted to euthanize it immediately, but she wanted to take it to another clinic hoping they would/ could operate.
Everyone could see the poor cub was suffering, but she simply did not want it to die, even though she had 6 or 7 more at home, all healthy and well.
That made me think of how attached we get to our pets.
My cat is 16 by now, and I know she’s on borrowed time. I also know, that when the arthritis and all the other small things that come with old age are too much for her, I will let her go.
We will all cry, and be sad to lose a friend, a mate and an animal that adds that extra something to our lives. Pets do that…
Fortunately, today it does not seem as if she’s ready to give up yet… so I’ll let her be around a little more.