An Ode to Echo.

Echo 500 pi

I may have written about Echo my cat recently.  Well the situation came to a head yesterday late afternoon.  Echo had had a difficult day.  He wasn’t eating, needed help to use the litter and wasn’t comfortable even in my arms.  He is 17 years old.  Old age finally caught up with him.  So I made the decision that he was suffering too much.  I took him to the vet and now he dances in meadows with my brother and Candy, my daughter’s dog.  He is free of that pain and suffering.

Echo was a character.  Strong willed and affectionate.  He was scared of dogs.  He came into my life four years ago when his previous owners were moving and couldn’t take him with them.  I adopted him so that he wouldn’t have to go to an animal shelter where he would have been put down.  He was an old black cat with eyes that didn’t match!

Echo came into my home with my cats and my dogs.  The dogs spend their time in the living area.  The kitchen, dining room and living room.  There is a dog gate.  Echo spent his time everywhere else until a year ago.  He finally got used to the dogs and spent his last year in the living area with them.  He no longer cuddled with a heating blanket.  He preferred the couch.  He no longer came to my room at night to cuddle.  He preferred being with the dogs.  Funny cat.

Then he got sick.  He was dizzy and could barely balance to walk.  It cleared up for a couple of weeks.  Then it came back worse.  He needed help to get into the litter box.  Finally he wasn’t eating, even wet food.  He was barely drinking.  On his last day he was complaining when I picked him up and not purring anymore.  His eyes seemed to be glazed and he might have been in pain.  I think it was neurological.  So I said good bye to My Echo, My Echo.  May you rest in peace.  I love you and always will.

I’ve written about Echo in my next book Abigail.  His name is Charlie in the book.  Today I will write in what happened to him.  This is my way of healing.  To write about it and to draw him.  I will post the marker drawing that I do of him with this post.  I still have to do it though.

How will this effect me?  Will it depress me?  Yes.  I am sad but I keep telling him that I gave him four good years.  It was the humane thing to do because he was suffering.  Writing about it and drawing him will help me heal.  Remembering the good times will help me heal.  Thinking of him in Heaven in a field of daisies with Candy and my brother Ray will help.  Loving him still will help me heal.

May you rest in peace My Echo, My Echo.  Old Man.  I love you and always will.

So an ode is a poem that expresses the poets feeling about someone.  In this case Echo.

Echo my Old Man.
You will always reside in my heart.
Your last day was one of suffering.
So I took the choice.
That hard choice when you were no more.
The last think you remember was my touch and my voice.
Echo, My Echo.  Do you dance with the stars?
I remember your cuddling.
You incessant demand.
You lay in my arms often as I read.
You lay in my arms before any other.
You had that special place.
As now you have a special place in my heart.
I wept for you.
Echo, My Echo.
I weep for you still.
It was time, Old Man.
It was time.
Amen.

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