My cat is dying. Puck is 17 years old. We brought him home when he was 8. I adopted him from a friend who simply didn’t
want him anymore and I was afraid of what might have happened to him if I
didn’t take him. I didn’t want to him be
left in a shelter. It was, sadly, the
end of the friendship because I couldn’t understand how anyone could be so
genuinely happy to “get rid of him,”
like a broken old bookcase that cluttered the basement. No harsh words were spoken; there was no “break,”
I just found myself less interested in spending time with her.
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| Puck when we first brought him home |
Puck is a great cat. He is cuddly and affectionate and purrs a lot. I like to think that he is as happy that he
came to live with us as we are to have him.
He knows how to stand his ground, though. When we brought home our
50-pound dog (also 8 at the time we brought him home), Puck wasted no time in
telling Patrick (the dog) who was boss.
Patrick, who had cat siblings in a previous home, understood this going
in, and we’ve had no trouble. Last year,
a neighbor’s dog wandered into our weekend place when we left a door open. That dog is probably 60 pounds, young, and
full of energy (and as sweet as he can be).
Puck followed him around the house meowing, cornered him, and smacked
him a couple of times. The poor dog fled
the house and has not even ventured into our yard again (which we are sorry
about). Puck is also very jealous. If you are paying attention to Jasmine (our
other cat) or Patrick or electronics or reading material of any kind, Puck will
be sure to head butt his way into the action, making sure that he is the center of attention. Then he purrs.
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| Puck enjoys some lap time |
The day before Thanksgiving, Puck
was diagnosed with large cell granular lymphoma. He was yellow with jaundice
and his liver was severely compromised. The prognosis was bleak indeed, and we
were told that without treatment, he might live 2-4 weeks; with treatment,
maybe 4-8 weeks. We wrestled with the
options, but decided to try the first dose of the recommended treatment to see
how he responded, then go from there. I
also reached out to many of my animal and theology friends and asked them to
pray for Puck, and to pray that my husband and I would know how to make the
right decisions for him. We could not
bring ourselves to think about celebrating Christmas, because we expected it
would be a very sad time.




















