The absurd fear of death is everywhere, I just managed to piss off a bunch of people after someone posted that John Hurt had died and I said “people tend to do that”. I also wondered when they were going to start with the incessant whine that “2017 is the worst year ever”, like they seem to do every single year. These are people who just can’t live with the reality that things die.
Well I can. In fact, I’m probably going to be dealing with it very soon, at least with my cats. I have three elderly cats, one is almost 19 and the other two are 15. They’ve all had very long, happy lives, but they’re starting to get thin and my 18 year old has largely stopped eating well. By the time this posts, I’m sure he’ll be gone. And I’m okay with that.
Sure, I’m going to miss him, he’s been a good cat for a long time, but things die. That’s just the reality. Unlike so many hyper-emotional people I see online that are crying and begging imaginary friends to save their pets and writing odes to some farcical rainbow bridge, I simply accept reality as it is.
And when he’s gone, we’re not replacing him. We decided a long time ago that having 6 cats was just too many. They tend to come in waves, right now we have an elderly wave and a relatively young wave, just a couple of years old. We don’t need that, so we’ll cut down to 3 cats through attrition. I’m fine with that too.
I honestly don’t get people who are terrified of anything dying, be it pets or celebrities or anything else. How is it that these people are completely incapable of coming to grips with reality? What is wrong with them?
I really wish I knew.
Addition: Yes, as expected, he died in his sleep on August 4, just before this article posts. He was just about 2 months short of turning 19. He’ll be missed.