You may have noticed that I subtracted a cat from the About J. E. Bright section of jebright.com. That’s because my beloved Gladys died a few weeks ago. She was extremely sweet and calm, and very soft and pretty. She was an English Shorthair silver tabby with green-yellow eyes, similar in size and shape to the Cheshire Cat, with a stocky, “cobby” body, a big round head, and a puffy tail striped like a racoon’s. Gladys was also approximately 18 years old — I’m not sure how old she was, because I rescued her from an animal shelter, and the vet at the time told me she was about 8 years old. That was a decade ago.
The good news is that her death was quick — she didn’t have a lingering illness or anything. Gladys just had a fast, nasty, and terrifying seizure in my apartment, and I rushed her to the animal hospital emergency room, where they told me she had an enlarged heart and couldn’t be saved. So they euthanized her while I was petting her and looking into her eyes and telling her she was a good girl.
Which she was.
Goodbye, Gladys. May cat heaven be all sunbeams and tuna fish.