Yesterday I said goodbye to my cat Clyde. The final goodbye. Clyde was 21 years old. An old man. An old cat with a big personality.
As Clyde aged, he lost his hearing, his ability to jump but he never lost his love of food, a cuddle or his sense of smell, especially if anyone was eating fish… or prawns. In younger days he had even been known to swipe prawns off an unsuspecting guest’s plate and be gone with them before the guest had even registered what had just happened. And then there were all the times we danced around Clyde, as he hogged the middle of our makeshift dance floor. Such a party animal 🙂
Clyde arrived at the same time as my newborn first son. His mother was a starving neighbourhood cat, who came to my house to have a feed. I followed her to meet her 3 little kittens and Clyde became our cat.
Clyde was a wild kitten. I have yet to meet a wilder one! He ambushed. He pounced. He scratched. He would stay out longer than acceptable at night and wake us up fighting every neighbourhood cat. He got run over and lost his tail. Nothing deterred Clyde. He was also a gentle, tolerant cat when it suited him. He accepted every other pet we brought into the family including 2 dogs, another 4 cats, 2 ferrets, numerous birds and fish. All showed him the respect he thought he deserved.
For the last 3 years, every time any of the family left home we would say gooodbye to Clyde, just in case he wasn’t there on our return. That is what happens when your pet is old – very old. Yesterday was our final goodbye.
21 years is a long time to spend with a pet, with anyone. To see them every day. To sleep with them every night. A big gap exists when they are gone. A hole in your life and a heart that can never be whole again. Miss you Clyde. Love you Clyde xxx