Taking a pet was never easy, but cats were always particularly hard. The bonds they formed with humans were different than most other animals. While many would say dogs had stronger bonds, it was only because they never saw what cats truly kept their owners safe from.
The angel peered down at the gray tabby cat both clinging to life and wanting to be free of it at the same time. His humans were gathered around him, weeping and whispering loving words to him. He wasn’t truly ready, but it was time.
Invisible to the humans in the room, the angel knelt down and brushed her hand across his head. His breathing slowed. His heart slowed. His eyes no longer saw the people around him, but instead focused on her. “It is time,” she whispered in his ear and gave him another stroke on his head.
The cat let out one last breath. His humans cried louder. This was why she hated taking pets. There was so much more sorrow surrounding their deaths even if it was an end to their toils and ailments. They didn’t understand their beloved pet’s journey wasn’t at an end. Just this stage was over now.
The cat’s soul stumbled out of his body and fell to the ground next to it. It was always hard for them to get used to this new form. The wings were awkward and their bodies, now as whole as when they were kittens, was so different from the one they left behind.
She scooped him up and rubbed the top of his head with her cheek. “Relax now. It is over. You are with me.”
The cat let out a low purr, but only for a moment. Then he spotted his body and began to struggle in her arms.
She held the cat tighter. “Calm, my little friend. Your days of protecting their souls from spiritual harm is at an end.”
The cat squirmed harder.
The pets were always more difficult.
“Do not fret, little friend. They will be well. Your protections extend past your life. They will not be left vulnerable without you.”
The cat calmed, but still let out a mournful yowl.
She lifted him a little higher in her arms. “Don’t worry. This is not the end for you or them. Your time with them is over, but you shall not be gone from this earth forever. You will return when you are ready. For now, you are granted the chance to rest and recover from you time spent guarding against the perils of the living.”angel
The cat let out a sigh and looked towards the window where the sun was setting. It was a beautiful sunset that for the first time in many years he could see in color.
She smiled and carried him to the window. “The sun sets now, but soon, when you have fully recovered again, it will rise again for you. Whether or not you will be a guarder of the physical or spiritual will be up to you, but do not fear. You were loved before, and you will be loved again.”
The humans were weeping softer now, talking now and again. The cat looked back and let out one more mournful cry.
She stroked his head and all the way down his back. “I know it hurts now, but in time, both you and they will accept this passing. In time, when your protections begin to wear thin, we will send another who needs them. You need not worry about them anymore.”
Turning back towards the window, the cat let out a sigh but relaxed in her arms. He gave a final small mew and they flew off.
FFM Day 20 (posted before the day 19 challenge). For this piece I used this picture prompt. While I am not a religious person, writing this was a little hard and made me tear up a little. I've had cats since I was a little child and have inevitable been forced to say goodbye to a few of them. It's never easy. I don't know what happens when we die, but it would be nice if we move on to another life or something like that. Anyway, enjoy this sad little piece of saying goodbye.
Just adding to what everyone else has said - I really liked that little detail that the cat can now see colour again after leaving its physical body.
This is heartbreaking, but so well written.
I like that the angel and the cat are having an actual conversation, and understanding each other, without the cat being anthropomorphised. Nicely done!
Aww. Reading this seems to have sprung a leak in me. Nice work.
I don't cry. I won't cry. NOT CRYING. Why is there water running down my cheeks? *ahem* This was really touching. My favorite thing about it was how you initially held back what the cat protected them from. There's so many neat things implied here. Great work!