Originally posted at joshuastairhime.com
I typically end up procrastinating for a while before I post each one of these, sometimes because I don’t know what to write, and sometimes because I just need a few minutes after getting home from a long day.
I was skimming the internet tonight, after getting home rather late and wanting to unwind just a bit. I somehow stumbled across an article about how cats sometimes purr right before their death.
I’ve always understood a purr to mean a cat is experiencing happiness and contentment. To purr right before death…that speaks to me. A purring cat is a cat at peace.
It turns out that purring is a bit more nuanced than just “I’m happy, so I’ll purr.” so you can’t be totally sure what a cat is experiencing in those moments. I mean, cats aren’t people, so attributing human thoughts and feelings to them may be doing them a disservice. Cats may be more complex than a human construct such as language could effectively describe! Or they could be pretty dumb in the grand scheme of things. I’d rather not make the assumption that I am the smarter creature. It would be quite embarrassing to discover I was wrong!
I don’t want to be too morbid here, but I hope to face death in peace, happy, content with what I have accomplished and where I have been. Even if things didn’t exactly go my way, I hope that I can spend my final moments on earth with the knowledge that I am dying in peace. That my unfinished business is not unfinished because I was a coward, but rather simply because I ran out of time. Maybe I won’t be dying peacefully, but I hope to be dying at peace with who I was during my time on earth.
In my heart, I hope that when my time comes, I can face death with a purr.