“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” William Shakespeare, Hamlet.
Today we said good-bye to Jules the cat. He arrived in our lives more than 19 years ago, along with his sister Lucy. He’s been a wonderful fellow, even tempered, easy going. Such a sweet boy.
He was more fussy than usual last night, pacing around the house, and then this morning, it was clear that it was time. I called the vet and we were given a 2pm appointment. We spent the morning together, sitting under his favorite apple tree in the backyard, and then in our sitting room. I found a way for him to be comfortable in my lap, no longer searching for something that eluded him.
As the hour approached, we wrapped him in a warm towel and BA drove us the mile to his vet. We were greeted kindly, and ushered into a quiet private room. Dr. Lisa arrived with her assistant, and after a few questions regarding our wishes, gently gave him a sedative. BA and I cuddled him, cried, reiterated our love and appreciation for his presence in our lives, and said our goodbyes. Minutes later, our drowsy boy was given his last injection and he peacefully passed.
We are now home in a house that feels strange without our beloved Jules. I vacillate between grief and disbelief that Jules is no more. This phase of the journey is just beginning, and there are many tales to be told of Jules’ many adventures. For today, this is enough. Jules, we love you and miss you, and we thank you for loving us for as long as you did. Good-night, Sweet Prince.
Jules Irving Gilpatrick-Smythe
June 7, 1998 – November 27, 2017