Not everyone gets advice from a dying cat. Ours has decided to bestow a few nuggets of wisdom during her long exit. They have to do with euthanasia, as you might expect, but even more with listening, and conventional wisdom, and why itâ€™s all more complicated than we ever imagined.
Iâ€™ve already written about Madeleine, a 17-year-old cat who has been my devoted companion and is now, due to cancer, in her last days. Itâ€™s the point when most pet people start to ponder the gloomy question: when do we put her down?
In situations like this, we tend to seek out wisdom from external sources, and I was no exception. I listened to the advice of friends. I heard veterinarians observe that in most cases, people wait too long to put their pets down. I read several articles discussing cats and pain. Most of this input was valuable.
It also came through a filter: a set of assumptions so deep theyâ€™re often undetectable.
As author Linda Andre observes in Disability Studies Quarterly, the bent toward euthanizing a terminally ill pet is strong. â€œThis is the ultimate loving act for our beloved companion animals,â€ says the Association for Pet Loss and Bereavement (while also noting that â€œthe decision when to euthanize is as individual and personal as you and your pet areâ€). Others might put a blunter edge on it: itâ€™s cruel to let them suffer.
For two weeks, I looked at Madeleineâ€™s every move through this filter. She turned up her nose at the food: does she not like it, or is that a sign? Is that plaintive meow the last straw? Is her limp so bad we should just put her down now? Is today the day?
Eventually two things became clear.
First, the filter didnâ€™t describe Madeleineâ€™s quality of life. At the same time I was absorbing all the external input, I also listened to Madeleine: observing her symptoms, her interest in the world around her, that light in her eyes that said life is still worth the effort. And I found that yes, she limped badly, and she may have been in some painâ€”but she also made it up onto a high bed to catch the sun, and purred mightily when I laid her on my lap, and cleared the room in a nanosecond when she saw me get the cat carrier for a vet appointment. In short, her life was a mixed bag that defied the usual descriptions.
Second, the filter tied me in emotional knots. And my nascent Zen practice kicked in. Why filter everything through something youâ€™re going to do in the future (i.e., euthanize) rather than just observe what is, right here, right now? Why not just greet Madeleine in the morning and observe her behavior as is without asking the question?
Once I started doing this, my mindset changed. I could assess her condition more clearly. My wife and I took delight in Madeleineâ€™s small achievements. They made me realize how utterly extraordinary our most ordinary activities truly areâ€”how, at every moment, weâ€™re living a miracle just by walking around on a world that, with its conditions favorable to life, is the longest of long shots.
Donâ€™t get me wrong here. This is not an anti-euthanasia piece. Putting a beloved pet down has its place, absolutely. No, as I said earlier, this story is about listening, and conventional wisdom, and how complicated it all is.
For instance: Iâ€™ve learned that itâ€™s so easy, when faced with a life situation, to assume the conventional wisdom is correctâ€”even â€œthe only way to think.â€ Madeleine is teaching me to question it where necessary. Even better, sheâ€™s teaching me to question it by listening primarily, with wide-open heart, to the person involved. Itâ€™s a priceless lesson for spiritual directors like me, and for anyone who wants to love by listening.
The other lesson is that listening is hard work. It demands a lot of us. We can easily do it wrong, even if weâ€™ve practiced for a lifetime. But if we can manage it, the wisdom it yields is priceless.
Ultimately, maybe Madeleine is nudging me to revisit one of the Buddhaâ€™s cornerstone lessons. Stay awake. Pay attention. Notice what is. Only then can we, in the words of the Noble Eightfold Path, achieve â€œright actionâ€â€”and make the difference we alone can make, to our loved ones and to the world.
A postscript: I finished this piece last Thursday, and the Thursday version is what you see here. On Friday, Madeleineâ€™s quality of life took another big step downward. After consulting with our wonderful vet, we had her euthanized. Sleep well, my friend.