"Where Are You Now?" took on a new meaning for me after my cat, Greta, died at age 20. Like many other cats before her, Greta ran away to die when we were at the beach. She acted strangely the night before, frantic to see all of us. We didn't understand something was wrong until hours later when she hadn't come back home. The animal shelter, animal control, police, and all of the neighborhood searched for her. We put flyers all over town and got a lot of false alarms. The closest we got to any kind of answer was when a coast guard family called us saying they tried to help her, but she adamantly resisted them to go into the reeds. Though we checked the reeds plenty of times, we did not even find as much as a body. After two months and tons of false alarms, we finally had to accept that she was gone.
I find myself playing 'Where Are You Now?' when I miss her because we never got a full goodbye, or even any closure about what happened. Her body could be anywhere at this point...and it's hard to let go when you don't know what happened or how she died. It would be far easier to let her go if we knew where she laid in the reeds to rest, or if her body washed out to sea during a storm. Even now, we still check the nearby beaches looking for as much as a bone, but still nothing.
"Where Are You Now?" took on a new meaning for me after my cat, Greta, died at age 20. Like many other cats before her, Greta ran away to die when we were at the beach. She acted strangely the night before, frantic to see all of us. We didn't understand something was wrong until hours later when she hadn't come back home. The animal shelter, animal control, police, and all of the neighborhood searched for her. We put flyers all over town and got a lot of false alarms. The closest we got to any kind of answer was when a coast guard family called us saying they tried to help her, but she adamantly resisted them to go into the reeds. Though we checked the reeds plenty of times, we did not even find as much as a body. After two months and tons of false alarms, we finally had to accept that she was gone. I find myself playing 'Where Are You Now?' when I miss her because we never got a full goodbye, or even any closure about what happened. Her body could be anywhere at this point...and it's hard to let go when you don't know what happened or how she died. It would be far easier to let her go if we knew where she laid in the reeds to rest, or if her body washed out to sea during a storm. Even now, we still check the nearby beaches looking for as much as a bone, but still nothing.