has a drinking problem.
Welcoming, that is, until, when Jasper was but two, it turned out that one of the human children turned out to be severely allergic to Jasper’s fur. He had been part of their loving home, but now he had to go. While they didn’t want to send him to a pound, they did start asking among friends and family who might be able to take him in. And so word got around, the sister of the human parent talked about it while doing hair at the salon, and Terry spoke up: “I know the perfect person who can take care of Jasper.”
Terry’s daughter, Katherine, soon met with Jasper. It was an uneasy meeting at first. Jasper does NOT like change. Upon seeing his new home, he hid and was not seen for days, only coming out for water, food, and the litter box. But Katherine was persistent, and after a few days of hiding in his new home, Jasper left a dead bug on the table where Katherine ate breakfast each morning. It was at this moment that she realized it was all going to work out.
Now, Jasper is 18 years old. He has slowed down. He doesn’t play with toys anymore. He’s been eating less. But he is still a beloved part of this family, and he always will be.
But cats’ lives are short. Jasper nears the end of his life. Today, as I write this, he is in the emergency room. They are doing blood work and giving an MRI. Afterward, we are not sure what will happen. He has not been well lately. His has lost proprioceptive knowledge of where his back feet are. He has lost enough muscle mass that he has very little energy. But worse: he has been acting confused. He has been acting out of character in terms of where he chooses to walk. He appears to have some sort of possible neurological issues.
Jasper is a beloved member of our family. Grief haunts this moment of time, caught between the emotional turmoil of rushing to the hospital and when we learn what will happen next. For now, we are stuck in the car. Covid prevents us from being able to even be in the building where Jasper now is being examined. The wait is excruciating.
|We love you, Jasper.|
Soon, we will get a call. The doctor on the other end will just be a few meters away, inside the building in front of us. She will be with Jasper. She will tell us what will happen next. But for now I wait.
Edit a few hours later:
Jasper is dead. He died in our arms. I feel terrible.
Fuck the Dragon Tyrant.— Eric Herboso (@EricHerboso) March 14, 2021
ἔσχατος ἐχθρὸς καταργεῖται ὁ θάνατος· (1 Corinthians 15:26)— Eric Herboso (@EricHerboso) March 14, 2021
This afternoon Eric and I held Jasper the cat as he passed away. For sixteen years, he has been my constant companion...Posted by Katherine Hess on Sunday, March 14, 2021
I found your website while looking for commentary on Clayton Atreus' book. Now I'm shedding many, many tears for you and Jasper, for me, for everyone I know who has lost someone they love so dearly, for the short words we have to encompass and eclipse such a multi-faceted, beautiful, singular creature. I would read a thousand more words about Jasper and I believe you could tell them. Clayton was such a dick. I have trouble fathoming a situation where he wasn't and where I wouldn't be one. What do you live for? What helps you with the crushing sadness?ReplyDelete
Love, another human.