My cat Mao Mao left me and passed away before I could even react.
I decided to go along with my cat to the pet farewell space. Here is a serene and tranquil shop where I aspire to give my feline companion a dignified send-off, akin to the formal farewells that humans often bestow upon their loved ones. Before entering, I looked at of the second-floor window. To my disappointment, there was no cat waiting for me when I arrived.
I waited in the reception area on the first floor as my kitten was being washed. At that moment, I had no willing to either weep or laugh, but simply serenely observed the surroundings of the first floor. Cabinets for storage, pantry, and display racks are arranged around the first floor, while the washroom is located in one corner. The reception area was surrounded by soft fabric, which effectively minimized external disturbances. Consequently, I was able to concentrate on recalling details relating to my cat.
I reminisced about our initial encounter, when an aunt was exhibiting the kittens she had for sale to passersby. Enamored with the yellow fur of the adorable feline, I purchased it for 30 yuan. An array of memories flooded my thoughts.
After the kitten had been groomed, the staff requested that I proceed to the second level to say goodbye. I made my way up the stairs to the second floor, where there was an abundance of plants adorning the space.On the ground is a soft green carpet that looks like a lawn, and there are numerous gauzes stacked one upon the other. On the right side of the room, there is a showcase that resembles a hill with a pristine color. Numerous small jars are placed on top of it. They may be the ashes of other people's pets awaiting retrieval by their respective owners and taken home. In this space, Mao Mao did not emerge to engage in play with me as per our usual routine. This time, I have truly lost my feline companion. Because I cannot find it anywhere.
In the past, my cat companion would often seek solitude atop the wardrobe，possibly due to a sense of security and comfort in that elevated space or perhaps because standing at such a height made it feel proud. So I guess the cat is up high, right? Yes, I lifted my gaze and observed a semi-circular space at the end of the sheer fabric. There, Mao Mao was held up by the soft material as if he were in the clouds.
As I approached, the fabric slowly descended and the kitten eventually fell with he onto the circular platform on the ground. I lay down with he once again, on the carpet, as though we were frolicking together in his early days. In the past, Mao Mao has brought me a great deal of joy. In this tranquil space, I slowly picked up those memories and bid them farewell.
Thank you, my little kitten, for gracefully gracing my life with your presence. May you frolic joyfully in heaven.
Goodbye.
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