A good way to go

We all must die, and, given that, I’d like to go like this woman did.

From a Planet Earth tweet, sad but sweet:

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The original post, with a bit more explanation, is on reddit.

h/t: gravelinspector


  1. Grania Spingies
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 11:37 am | Permalink


    Beautiful, but heartbreaking.

    • Jeff D
      Posted August 21, 2013 at 11:54 am | Permalink

      Yes. Touching but heart-wrenching. We have two orange/ginger tabbies and I dare not show this to my wife. I had to get up and take a short walk to compose myself.

  2. Marcus
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 11:38 am | Permalink

    Awesome. Hard not to get a little emotional…

  3. Posted August 21, 2013 at 11:41 am | Permalink

    Damn onions.

    • gravelinspector-Aidan
      Posted August 21, 2013 at 2:14 pm | Permalink

      Life gives you onions, make soup!

  4. Posted August 21, 2013 at 11:46 am | Permalink

    It’s a good thing that the cat wasn’t gay, because otherwise it probably wouldn’t have gotten hospital visitation privileges.

  5. Howard Klaaste
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 11:50 am | Permalink

    I would not mind to go like Michael Jackson. I mean, he went to bed, and up to this day is not aware that he had passed on.

    • pacopicopiedra
      Posted August 21, 2013 at 12:06 pm | Permalink

      No one is ever “aware that they’ve passed on.” I know what you mean, though.

    • gravelinspector-Aidan
      Posted August 21, 2013 at 2:38 pm | Permalink

      One of my cave diving buddies described a particularly unpleasent afternoon spent about 2ft below the water-rock interface during an exploration dive. Loaded up with big air bottles, at very shallow depth … and he lost the line. (Translation from cave diving speak : “really, really, stupendously bad news”). After about 100 minutes of searching, he found the line again, and lived to tell the tale. Another few minutes and he’d have been writing his farewell messages on his slate. Watching your air gauge is not the most pleasent way of spending your last few minutes.
      Or, a different story from underground,”try to land head-first ; it’s quicker that way”.

      • onkelbob
        Posted August 21, 2013 at 5:50 pm | Permalink

        The running joke among my climbing buddies is, “I don’t know what my first words were, but I bet my last ones are ‘Oh Sh!t.'”

        I want to be bear poop. Not necessarily killed by a bear, but I would prefer for a bear to scavenge my corpse.

        To which:

        The National Park Rangers are advising hikers in Glacier National Park and other Rocky Mountain parks to be alert for bears and take extra precautions to avoid an encounter.
        They advise park visitors to wear little bells on their clothes so they make noise when hiking. The bell noise allows bears to hear them coming from a distance and not be startled by a hiker accidentally sneaking up on them. This might cause a bear to charge.
        Visitors should also carry a pepper spray can just in case a bear is encountered. Spraying the pepper into the air will irritate the bear’s sensitive nose and it will run away.
        It is also a good idea to keep an eye out for fresh bear scat so you have an idea if bears are in the area. People should be able to recognize the difference between black bear and grizzly bear scat.
        Black bear droppings are smaller and often contain berries, leaves, and possibly bits of fur. Grizzly bear droppings tend to contain small bells and smell of pepper.

        • Posted August 22, 2013 at 1:46 pm | Permalink

          “Grizzly bear droppings tend to smell of pepper.”

          Maybe that’s the last tourist equipped with pepper spray that the grizzly had for lunch.

  6. Edward Hessler
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 11:57 am | Permalink

    How good the two of them could be together no matter the circumstances. I’m glad policy or “this has never been done here” or so-called health concerns didn’t get in the way. Cats excel at this kind of care. They have a way of being there.

    I’m helping to take care of three kittehs right now–Mabel, Daisy and Velvet. They know who I am but they are not often left alone and there is no doubt that they miss their “Mom”.

    I’ll certainly think of this touching photograph when I go there later today to try to fill that hole in their lives. They are doing their best with me and two of them like their bellies rubbed (one has this lovely habit of falling to the floor just out of reach and rolling to show me she is ready). One miaws as I try to make up the difference and we “talk” about doing the best I/we can.

  7. Sarah
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 12:00 pm | Permalink

    This is so touching! The cat seems to understand what it’s all about. It’s very good of the hospital staff not to be hung up about germs or protocol but just to allow the old lady perhaps the only pleasure she is still capable of.

  8. Tom
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 12:12 pm | Permalink

    It’s not nice to make grown men cry.

  9. Eohippus
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 12:14 pm | Permalink

    When I worked at hospice, pets were always welcome. At the hospital there are “No Pets Allowed” signs at the entry-ways, yet there is always opportunities to look the other way for those in chronic care & palliative care.

  10. Diana MacPherson
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 12:43 pm | Permalink

    If I live long enough, I will die alone so I hope if I have pets, I’ll have them with me.

    • Posted August 21, 2013 at 7:04 pm | Permalink

      If you care for some company, please let us know, Diana.

      • Diana MacPherson
        Posted August 21, 2013 at 7:10 pm | Permalink

        Well, I also hope when I die I’ll have my own robot that is 3 laws safe! My worst fear is decrepitude so Japan needs to work on those robots for me!

  11. Brygida Berse
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 12:48 pm | Permalink

    A touching moment and it also made me think about the animal’s perspective. How much will the cat sense/understand of the lady’s passing? It brings to mind the poem by Wisława Szymborska that Jerry recently posted:

  12. Posted August 21, 2013 at 12:56 pm | Permalink

    The sad part is a family member can not just return her to the earth. The body will likely be destroyed or thrown into a concrete box just so someone can profit from the whole experience.

    • gravelinspector-Aidan
      Posted August 21, 2013 at 2:42 pm | Permalink

      Having had to plant several friends this year, I’m really going to have to research alternatives before I need the information.

  13. Swulf
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 1:38 pm | Permalink

    Very sad yet very wonderful at the same time. The dear lady looks quite at peace, as I suspect she was, because she knew her beloved kitteh was there.

    What a wonderful, human, touching reminder of how simple it can be to bring great comfort to people when it is needed.

    Thank you for posting this.

  14. Posted August 21, 2013 at 1:54 pm | Permalink

    Cats and dogs have a mysterious ability to comfort those in need. I have seen it many times. Hospitals and nursing homes should have resident comfort pets.

  15. Anon
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 2:52 pm | Permalink

    I didnt cry at the OP, but did frm your comments. Love you all….

  16. nlgirl
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 4:50 pm | Permalink

    Dust….there is dust in my house.

  17. Jeff Johnson
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 5:38 pm | Permalink

    A truly beautiful photo. The peaceful and restful expression on her face is priceless.

    And I noticed, this must have bumped up your respect for tweets a notch, enough to provide the vowels. 🙂

  18. Posted August 21, 2013 at 7:02 pm | Permalink

    Wonderful, sad and poignant, all at once. Bravo to the hospital too.

    • Diane G.
      Posted August 21, 2013 at 8:48 pm | Permalink

      I couldn’t say it any better.

  19. DaveP
    Posted August 21, 2013 at 8:23 pm | Permalink

    When I saw the article, my parents’ cat was scratching at the door to go out. He was a stray kitten that showed up at their house and got himself adopted. After dad died from heart failure, I got the duty of taking mom for chemotherapy for her pancreatic cancer. He was a generally antisocial cat, but he would be waiting on us when I brought her home and curl up with her on the bed while she slept off some of the after affects.

    After mom went home on hospice care and had a particularly rough night, he was hopping on the furniture, checking on her, and meowing (more like howling) when she was suffering. I promised mom he would have a home.

    He’s still got a wild streak, but he’s turned into quite the lap cat – on his own terms. Oh, and if he had thumbs, I wouldn’t have to let him out – he stands on his back feet and tries to turn the doorknob when he really wants out.

  20. Dominic
    Posted August 22, 2013 at 1:32 am | Permalink

    Makes me think of my poor ma lying in a hospital bed – sans cat… 😥

  21. JBlilie
    Posted August 22, 2013 at 4:31 am | Permalink

    Right on, as it should be.

  22. Posted August 25, 2013 at 2:38 am | Permalink

    That, too, is how I’d like to go. I’ve a few more cats, enough to surround me snuggly and well. The only other thing I’d was is assurance they will be just as loved and cared for, after I’m gone…

  23. Joe
    Posted August 29, 2013 at 2:42 pm | Permalink

    I have days left. My beloved is here too. God must be furry!

  24. conservationtrust
    Posted September 8, 2013 at 10:03 am | Permalink

    I work as an RN in a long-term care facility. Our second floor, primarily dementia residents, has two resident cats, and they have a remarkable ability to judge when people need them, and will spend time with the ones who do. We have had two resident deaths, very peaceful ones, where one of the kitties would spend hours curled up at the dying person’s feet, purring. We also have a policy of resident’s dogs coming in to visit, although I have yet to see a resident’s cat be brought in. I’m sure it would be allowed if requested.

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