Three and a half years ago my soul mate cat Perry was diagnosed with both a serious heart issue and either IBD or GI cancer of some sort. At the time we thought he’d only have maybe a year. I was broken hearted to learn this because he was only seven years old.
We were blessed to actually get these 3 1/2 years instead. He required several medications. And he suffered with horrible diarrhea most days. But his love was strong so he hung on.
Until Tuesday night when he stopped eating and drinking and began to hide himself away. I realized that Perry was breathing rapidly with his mouth slightly open. The gardener and I were supposed to go on a business trip, so I told him to go without me–that I would stay and take care of Perry. Yesterday, I had to let the emergency vet put Perry out of current suffering. What I was told was that they had exhausted what they could for him, and that I could take him to a specialty emergency hospital. He probably had a few things wrong with him–pneumonia, congestive heart failure, maybe more. What that special ER visit would entail would be lots of nasty testing and then he would be hositalized for at least a few days–with a feeding tube. And the prognosis wasn’t good. I could see the vet was telling me something.
After conferring with the gardener who spoke with the vet on the phone, we decided we couldn’t let his sensitive soul suffer any longer when there was no hope of him actually getting well enough to enjoy life.
So on May 28, 2026. Perry, my very best friend, passed away.
If you don’t know, Perry was a stray in my yard nine years ago. We trapped him in a trapping cage and got him neutered. Then I brought him to the animal rescue where the gardener and I both volunteered. I visited every day and read him his favorite Curious George book. But he seemed feral in that setting, and the rescue asked me to find another place for him as he was too difficult to care for. So I bought a 3 tier cage and brought him home. He stayed in that cage until he felt comfortable hanging out in the room. For two months I read and sang to him for a few minutes every waking hour. I held his bowl while he ate.
Finally one day while he was hiding under the bed and I put my hand toward him, he rubbed against my hand. Then I knew he was not really feral, just a very very scared and neglected stray cat who had been infested with worms and whose paws were thickly callused. Perry’s soulful eyes and gentle but commanding personality quickly made him my favorite cat of all time. He was the most unique and more like a toddler than a cat sometimes. We became a team, Perry and Mama. And more recently when my grandson Hudson would lie on the couch with me Perry would squeeze his way between us all the while licking us both to show that although he had to come first with Mama, he loved Hudson, too.
I wrote this poem when Perry was first diagnosed, and it was published in a small journal that is defunct.
Perry
I call my other cats dear heart names–
Tiger Queenie Princess Mimi
and Meeskeleh Meeskeleh Meeskerelli.
Lily Billy Peaches and Cream.
Perry is Perry.
Perry is a cartoon cat.
He’s Tom of Tom and Jerry.
My other cats look like regular cats.
Those cats hobble into old age
with arthritis and newfound
appreciation for my help.
Perry ignores all boundaries.
He carries his octopus, fish, and squid
upstairs and down, wherever we are.
He stares at the others for attention.
My other cats lie on the couch back,
the chair, the bed, or in the new box.
Perry lies tummy up in the crook
of my arm for the length of a movie.
When I’m mad at my husband I say
I’ll divorce you and marry Perry!
Perry is only lucky number seven.
The others are elderly and wise.
Perry has been imaged inside and out.
He doesn’t know what we saw,
and I can’t feel what I saw, or
I won’t be able to breathe, so I say
Perry is Perry.
I’m so very sorry, Luanne. Poor little Perry. My heart goes out to you, and to everyone that loses a beloved pet. The hardest part of loving them! Hugs. 💔
Thanks, Jennifer. This is sooo hard.
I can’t “like” this one, Luanne. I’m so very sorry. My Ricky was like your Perry was to you. It’s so very hard. 💔
I’m glad you had that extra time with him though.
Thank you, Merril. I was always grateful to get that extra time with him. I know Ricky was special to you. It makes a hard thing so much harder.
You’re welcome, Luanne. I wish I could say something other than I’m sorry, but I know it takes times. Sending hugs.
I am so sorry. So young and loving. Sending hugs.
Just the bestest. Thanks, Kate.
My heart goes out to you on such a difficult lost. Perry.
Thank you so much, Joy. I feel like my heart is crushed.
What a blessing you were to Perry! With you, he had the best possible life.
His heart was so open once he finally realized he had a home and people weren’t awful. His life was a little hard because he didn’t always feel that great (especially his tummy), but he loved me so much (and the rest of the family too) and enjoyed being friends with the other cats and being “in charge” yet still being Mama’s baby.
Dear Luanne, I’m so sorry to hear about Perry. I’m holding you in my heart. ❤️
Luanne, I’m heartbroken.
I’ve been through that twice with my two cats who were brothers
I know the pain of losing them and I know what you’re feeling about Perry. Sorry doesn’t come near to expressing how I feel.
Such sad news. I went back and read about his DNA and his health issues. You worked with him a long time to make him comfortable indoors. You and Perry loved each other. He was such a beautiful, sweet soul. 😔
I’m so sorry you’ve lost your beloved Perry. Mr. Johnson’s last few months were similar, and we couldn’t let him suffer like that.
I don’t think I knew Perry’s whole back story. It makes me feel even sadder for you. No wonder he was so devoted to you. You saved him and then you showed him he was loved. I am so sorry, Luanne. You know even though I never met Perry, he always reminded me of Smokey, who was my soulmate cat and gray and white.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Luanne. I had a best friend named Frankie, and we were together for 15 years. The hardest thing I did was to let him go, but like Perry, it was best for him. You were brave and filled with love, letting Perry be free of pain and suffering. I know you took on suffering so he would no longer. Over time, I hope the beautiful memories of Perry will replace the pain you feel now.
So sorry!
((( <3 )))
I am so very sorry for your loss, Luanne!! Sending hugs!
So sorry for your breaking heart tonight, Luanne. 💕
My commiserations, Luane. That is a fine tribute poem
I’m so so sorry for your loss. God bless.
Oh, so sorry to hear about Perry; our furbabies always tug at our hearts. Your poem is a wonderful tribute.