Despite the title of this post (more on that later), I have not been this heartbroken for some time. One of my best friends, Tashi, has left this world.
Tashi was one of the most memorable beings it has been my honor to know. He brought more joy, laughter and amazement to Tabby’s Place, and my life, than any other being I have known.
Tashi came to us in 2008 from Ohio as a paraplegic kitten. He was our second paraplegic and we were, understandably, concerned about his future quality of life. Hah.
After some initial medical scares, the Tash-man proceeded to sh0w us what life was all about. He was a perpetual kitten and was constantly getting into trouble. Turn your back on him for five seconds and he would overturn your trashcan looking for goodies. He could turn any object into a toy. When he decided a cardboard box was an evil foe, there was no quarter shown. He would demolish the box from the inside with a ferocity worthy of Vercingetorix.
Tashi never tired of playing with the other cats. Unfortunately, they quickly grew weary of his shenanigans. Fortunately, there were often kittens around and they were just perfect for him.
Eating Styrofoam, pulling down wet food from chairs, playing with a baby goat, these were all part of Tashi’s insatiable joy for life.
To our joy and amazement, Tashi was adopted into a wonderful home in 2010. We were in frequent contact with his new family and received reports and photos show that he was thriving.
On the morning of January 17, 2014 Tashi threw a blood clot that put him into virtually total paralysis. He was at the vet’s within 10 minutes, but there was nothing to do and he was starting to have difficulty breathing. His family helped Tashi with his last task here on earth.
How do we deal with death? It’s a question I have been struggling with since starting Tabby’s Place in 1999. I don’t have an answer, but I get a solace of some kind from the quote below (which explains the title of this post):
“Death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Death seems to be a mystery beyond our grasp as humans. Since it is coming for us all, I’m thinking it’s “meant to be” that way. If I get to see Tashi and the other beings I’ve loved, there’s no reason to fear.
Rest in peace, Tash. I hope to be with you again.