Bye Bye Mellow

Mellow in shoe

Mellow in my Boot

We lost our sweet little kitty today. Mellow was her name and she was only one year old. Beautiful colors, kind of an electric bluish-gray on white. She was a petting cat. She’d lie in Shade’s lap for ages while he stroked her. She could have been a therapy cat. She was very playful. Mayan used to kick his mini-soccer ball around and she’d play goalie, jumping way up in the air and landing on it. She’d ambush our legs, too. At those times we named her Menace. The lizards didn’t like her much. She’d bring three or four in the house daily and bat them around. We’d find the desiccated carcasses under our grandfather clock, as if it were a lizard mausoleum. So she also earned the name Malice.

I woke up early, around 5 a.m., and Mellow was lying by my side. I stroked her in my half-sleep. She had hair as soft as lamb’s wool and a bushy paintbrush tail. Then I got up. Around 6:30 a.m., we could hear the crashing glass of the recycling truck a couple streets over. Aitza mentioned that we’d forgotten to take out the trash, so I lifted the full bag out of the kitchen and carried it to the roadside. That’s where I found her. Her bounding was cut short by a car tire. Our road has notorious speeders, and I’m constantly warning the kids to watch when they cross the road. But you can’t warn a cat. Even if you could, cats don’t give a damn what you say. At the very least, it looked like it was a quick and painless death. No suffering.

Mellow with the Family

Mellow with the Fam

The kids still weren’t up yet. We chose to hold on until after school to tell them. Death is a hard thing to take with you through the day, especially if you’re a child, especially for Mayan. Ever since Shade’s stroke, Mayan freaks out whenever he has a headache or a cold. “Am I going to die?” he asks. “No, you’re fine,” we say. Shade doesn’t have the same fears. He’s already thumb wrestled with Death and won, though he took a few bruises in the battle. If he had quicker reactions and better memory, he’d make a great anti-terrorist operative because he doesn’t flinch at things that make others go “Eeek!”

When we told the boys, Aitza and I were bawling, too. I think I had a few flashbacks from 2011. Life is so fleeting that one moment you’re stroking your kitten and the next it’s lifeless on the asphalt. Or you’re talking to your children over the phone as they vacation in San Antonio, and the next day one of them is in a coma. Or your mom is working in the yard one day and has colon cancer the next.

Mellow and Shade

Mellow and Shade

It’s nerve wracking because death is always around the corner, but it rarely sends a message that it will be showing up. It pops up and punches you in the gut. I try to be Buddhist about it, meditating on the impermanence of everything, the inevitable entropy of the universe. That’s easier to do when you’re not connected to the dying. Right now I feel as if my soul is being stretched like a rubber band to the point that one little tug more and it will pop. And that’s just for our cat.

But it works the other way, too. You’re walking in from work and you hear a meow in the bushes and there’s a kitten, who becomes part of your home. (That’s how Aitza found her.) Or you’re with your wife watching Armageddon in the theater and the movie’s making her sick and that night she does a pregnancy test and finds out you’re going to be parents. (That was our first glimpse of Shade.) Or your child is born and you put him in your mother’s arms, and that keeps her alive for another nine years until the cancer finally takes her. (Shade gave her the drive to hold on.)

Life and death, they’re inextricably linked. Even the pain of losing someone to death is merely a reflection of the love you felt for that person (or kitten) in life. How sad for the person who has no one for which to mourn or to mourn them when they die. That’s a lot of loneliness.

Mayan and Mellow

Mayan and Mellow

We told the kids in the late afternoon when they got home. Mayan was shredded. Mellow was his cat more than any of ours. He had to retire to his room and cry it out. Conversely Shade said, “No more Mellow? That sucks.” Then he made a joke about Mellow being the color of asphalt. Like I said, death doesn’t get under his skin.

I had already dug a hole in the back yard, put Mellow in a cardboard box, and carved and painted a little marker. We walked out back and lowered kitty into the ground. Our other cat, Cheetah, came up to look. Cheetah hated Mellow. There’s a conspiracy floating around our family that she pushed Mellow into the road. She has been unusually friendly today, as if she’s trying to get on our good side and cover her tracks. The investigation is pending.

The ceremony was short and sweet. I threw a palette over the gravesite so raccoons don’t dig her up. (That would be double traumatic.) We’re inside right now, looking at pictures and videos of her. If you’re not a pet owner, that might sound silly. Just think of her as a little furry person who touched our lives. That’s all any of us can hope to do.

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7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. whereiscarlanow
    Sep 01, 2015 @ 20:08:59

    OMG. 😭😢😭😥😭

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  2. Jean
    Sep 01, 2015 @ 20:13:46

    Life and Death and Love and Pain. When one our first hamsters died, I was pretty shaken up. We saved Happy from life in a tiny cage with no interactions at all, he was always a bit jumpy, but still sweet and we loved him so much. Driving home from the vets (he has massive rumors) I listened to “Hallelujah.” The line “love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and a broken hallelujah” hits it for me. Love is beautiful and warm, and it’s also cold and very painful. All I could think was it was such an honor to have cared for this beautiful creature. Mellow is a beautiful cat who will live in your hearts forever. Hugs.

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  3. Jean
    Sep 01, 2015 @ 20:14:52

    Tumors, not rumors!

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  4. Adam Hodges
    Sep 01, 2015 @ 21:19:02

    Vince I never cease to be amazed by your writing. You really do have a gift – especially with the tougher stories.

    I always enjoy reading your writings and I’m glad I’m on the list. I’m really sorry to hear about Mellow.

    Give the family our best and keep up the great work.

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  5. Amy
    Sep 01, 2015 @ 21:48:59

    Oh I’m so sad! Can I cry too! I love Mellow! She was the softest kitty to pet ever! And so beautiful!! I’m so sorry guys! I don’t understand how cats can be so clever, agile, nimble- yet they dont use this abity to stay out of the street or they don’t see cars coming..with dogs I get it. Dogs are great but they can’t hold a candle to the suave intelligence of cats. Our dog is always eating paper, plastic bits, stuff a cat would never dream of eating cause they know better! In fact we keep our dogs on leashes cause we know they will run right into the cars – death here I come! The loveable ding dongs! But you can’t keep a cat on a leash…they are free spirits. They usually can skirt danger – but obviously not always…I think you guys should move into the countryside and have a safe cat farm. Our hearts are with you guys. You know I believe we are eternal beings as God created us, and He knows we love our pets and we will one day see them again. For now, we remember them as they blessed us with their love. Keep writing your beautiful stuff Vince. Live long, and prosper.

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  6. David Gaus
    Sep 02, 2015 @ 07:06:25

    Sorry to hear about Meadow. Wish the family the best.

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  7. Tami
    Sep 02, 2015 @ 08:54:33

    I’m so sorry! 😦

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