This past May 16th, at 8:35am…..this family lost it’s junior member. That being my youngest cat, Marissa. Or Marty or her full name:
Marissa Anne Margheta Simone Maxine Colletti
She had lost her strong and ferocious fight against what looked like what was water and fluid poisoning. Although the vet said an autopsy would have rendered an inconclusive set of results, there was something unsaid but understood by she and I that what happened to Marty was something that could not have been just a regular illness over time.
During that visit and the time leading up to same, Marty was being as much her old self as possible. As in from day one, she was playful, inquisitive, which many cats are, But there was something more to her nature. She took an interest in what was going on and what her human was into. Be it music, working on the computer, photography, science [and ‘hard’ science fiction] music and sports. On the latter two, this was a major comfort.
She, like Rachel my oldest were fans of the bands and artists I am a fan of. In particular, Renaissance. She even had her fave era of their work…..which was from their last few albums and concert discs. There were nights when I would be working on the PC, have a concert from the post ‘Time-Line’ era on and she would walk out into the living room with that look in her eyes. That look of joy for the sound, of wonder as to ask ‘how are these folks doing this?’ and ‘mom, when are they going to come here so we can see them???’.
Marty liked the other music that I had on disc as well…from the Moody Blues to Yes to Emerson, Lake and Palmer to Pink Floyd…and of course the patron saint of this flat…Charlie Parker. It is a little odd to say that my cats loved Bird…..but Marty and Rae liked the complex chord structures. Listening to same was like being surrounded by aromatherapy candles for others.
She also shared a love of sports. In particular football, the US variety. While Rae loves the Chiefs, Marty was for the Chargers. So when the season was in session, I would tell her stories about watching them in the last years of the old AFL…being a fan during the days of ‘Air Coryell’, or when they played the Dolphins in what was called one of the greatest playoff games ever and Kellen Winslow showed he was a latter day iron man playing through pain to inspire the rest of the Bolts, to the days of ‘MartyBall’…when the team was run by Marty Schottenheimer.
Marty was also one of the most loving and concerned of cats….or humans with four legs and fur. Each night she knew there were pics of folks I would look at before signing off because they are people I really do dig [and if you follow the blog, you know of who is on that list], so it was not uncommon for her to jump up on my lap and give the look of ‘mom, I want to meet _____ because she means so much to you!!’ While that meeting will not happen, I know that every night, Marty will at least in a spiritual vein….still be there, looking at me and asking that question.
We were blessed to have her around for 12 years. Happy to know that she was happy being here…..fortunate to have known someone who was a truly loving soul, without qualification. Lucky to have had those little yellowish eyes and that friendly meow to be seen and heard. Grateful to have someone, along with Rachel to share what was here…and knowing that she took those to heart.
Before closing…two little items to think about: this was from the card we received from the vet a few days after Marty passed on:
‘Grieve not, nor
speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you
I loved you so
here with you’
– Jsla Paschal Richardson
It’s from ‘A Song For All Seasons’ by Renaissance. And it’s rather fitting seeing that there was not a harsh, mean spirited bone in Marty’s spirit. Not in the least. And again….that is something that not many humans can get to….or ever will.