애도하는 모리세이: 반려동물 상실과 연결에 대한 성찰

### 상실의 깊은 연결: 사랑하는 고양이 모리세이를 애도하는 마음
* 😢 화자는 반려묘 모리시를 잃었을 때의 깊은 감정적 영향을 회상하며, **이 상실이 자신의 인생에서 다른 어떤 죽음보다 더 큰 영향**을 미쳤다고 강조합니다.
* 🐾 16년을 함께한 모리세이는 다양한 삶의 변화 속에서도 변함없는 존재로, **말을 초월한 깊은 유대감**을 상징합니다.
* 🌍 화자는 죽음을 반려동물이든 사랑하는 사람이든 우리 모두가 직면해야 하는 삶의 일부로 인식하며 **죽음의 필연성**에 대해 생각해봅니다.
* 💔 신부전에 직면한 모리세이는 **사랑하는 반려물이 쇠약해지는 것**을 지켜보는 고통에 대해 설명하며, **떠나보내기로 결정하기 위해 고심**했습니다.
* 🕯 화자는 진심 어린 작별 인사로 모리시의 죽음을 둘러싼 의식에 대해 설명하며, 여기에는 **두 사람의 유대를 기리는 장례식**이 포함되었습니다.
* 🧘 이 경험을 통해 화자는 자연과의 연결과 사랑과 희생에서 얻은 교훈에서 위안을 얻으며 **상실에 대한 더 깊은 이해**를 옹호합니다.
* ✨ 궁극적으로 그는 **사랑과 상실은 서로 얽혀 있으며, 죽음이라는 물리적 이별을 넘어서도 계속되는 하나됨**을 발견할 수 있음을 전합니다.
* 🎶 "존재라는 거대한 교향곡에서 새로운 음이 연주될 뿐, 끝이나 단절은 결코 존재하지 않습니다."라고 말하며 **삶과 연결의 연속성**을 강조합니다.

모리시의 죽음은 깊은 사랑과 연결을 드러내며 상실의 신성함과 존재의 통합을 가르쳤습니다.

Hello, hello from lockdown.  Can we stop doing that? Our solidarity in lockdown... Today I'm talking to you about death; specifically, the death of an animal, more specifically still, my beloved pet cat, Morrissey. But I think many of the things

that I share may be relatable to death more generally. Though, of course, I'm not suggesting that my personal loss is as painful as your loss, particularly if we're comparing an animal to a human. But to speak about this on purely personal terms, I've never been more affected by a

death in my life. And I've been quite lucky. I mean, as a drug addict, I know lots of drug addicts that have died, and you become somewhat inured to the death of drug addicts. But both my parents are still alive, thank God, and I've never had

a death in the family. I've lost friends, of course, but the death of my beloved cat, Morrissey, it reached deep inside me and affected me viscerally. As his death was impending, I was away in another country. I'd do

whatever I could to delay and obviously, hopefully, prevent this death. But we know, don't we, that in the myths of life, we are in death. You know that death is coming; that every pet we have, every child we have, every grandparent we have, everything is due to die. The great earth

itself one day will be naught but a vast expanse of nebulous gases.  And do we rehearse this great event in every fatality that we experience? And perhaps could it be said, even every time we say goodbye? Morrissey was due to be

Put down due to renal failure, and to watch his slow senescence was a sad thing to endure. Because I suppose this cat, this cat Morrissey – my cat; I'd had him for 16 years. I got him when I lived in a one-room flat in Gospel Oak, North London.

And this cat traversed oceans with me and lived with me in maybe 10 or 15 houses. He was there on my lap when I watched myself as main stories on the news: "Dumb Russell Brand destroys the BBC." You know that, remember that crazy event? Or I remember when Ed Miliband was in

the house, the cat coiling up the stairs. I remember various people of notoriety and high public profile being in the house, and the cat coiling about. It's commonly understood that I went through a pretty hedonistic, epicurean lifestyle phase for a while, and Morrissey, my cat,

was the silent presence, ghosting about through that house, always there. And like with you with your pets, in the wordlessness there is a different kind of love, a deeper kind of connection. Look at my facility with language; I can talk, you can talk, we all have words at our disposal,

but in that perfect silence with the animal is a connection to, I would argue, something deeper. Why did we domesticate animals? Check out Neil deGrasse Tyson talking about the domestication of wolves. He tracks that quite beautifully from the Stone Age into connectivity

with wolves to our current domestication of dogs and the various breeds. Brilliant, brilliant to watch. Neil deGrasse Tyson, of course, a great guest on *Under the Skin*. If you're not subscribed to that, you probably should. But like what intrigues me is the totemic origins of

Pet keeping. Once we herded, corralled, and kept livestock in paddocks, we had a different relationship with nature. Once we grew crops in one place, we had dominion over the soil and over the beasts. Because prior to that, the hunter-gatherers that we were knew that

we were in constant symbiosis with our quarry, with the animals that we killed. And we painted them on cave walls and we wore their skins. The buffalo was made sacred and was the subject, of course, of buffalo dances, buffalo myths, buffalo stories. We knew that we were one

with the... And as slowly we became stripped and, by touch, gripped by time, industrialized, urbanized, placed in conurbations and concrete, comfortable prisons, we look to reach out and recreate our indigenous conditions where possible. The pet is totemic, a totem as in totem pole,

a representation of our connection to nature. And Morrissey became the god of myself, the god of my self-realization, the day... the occasion of who I am to become. Sacred, to consecrate, to not live the ordinary, normal life of chomping on chocolate or

staring at screens or standing in line or being on escalators and living the lives that they want you to, but to have some ordained connection, something deeper, something in nature. And when he died, I howled. I felt a cry come out of

me. I heard my own crying from inside my head, and I'd never heard that before. Now I heard myself cry as a man. And like anyone, I've been through tragedy and challenge and heartbreak and loss, but this noise, this noise that came out of me shocked me. The catharsis, the pain of

Even in his passing, he offered me a further act of friendship. The vet was due to come, and they say that death from renal failure is a difficult one; it seldom ends in cardiac arrest. Acts of quiet and gentle death, at least for those observing.

It leads more commonly to organ failure – that kind of death, you know. And Fitzpatrick, aka Supervet, the TV vet, animal genius, lunatic, and wonderful human being, explained to me that in the case of renal failure, the most likely outcome would be a kind of drowning.

Drowning, a breathless asphyxiation. For our man, I couldn't have that. For Morrissey, I wanted to keep him alive as long as possible, feeding him through a tube, keeping him in my room, watching him make the small journeys from our bed

to the litter tray, never eating food, everything some sort of smell I'll remember forever. Nutritious paste injected into a tube in his neck – skin under a collar thing that I didn't like seeing him wearing. He's such a dignified and cool cat; I didn't like to

see him strapped up like that. Not so bad as the cone – we all want to leave that alone – but tubes just seemed restrictive. They didn't like it. And I made my own, a thinner one, you know, like I just… it was sort of a thin one. This

happened during lockdown, so I got time to make little things. Did you hear that Roald Dahl once invented some sort of valve for the heart? Yeah, Roald Dahl, BFG. One of his kids got sick, and he went, 'Well, I couldn't make this thing good.'

Night. Like, and he made some sort of heart valve. What a mad genius that dude was! Me? I was pretty pleased to cut one of those stretchy bandage things. I actually... my wife, Laura, doesn't know I cut my... about my idea; my idea to do something.

I was around to the Steve Jobs of the project, like, 'Hey, why don't we have, like, iPhones?' Okay, right, yeah, good, get out of my way! But um, so we, like, made that thing and put it on him, and that gave him sort of some comfort. But I realize...

you know, something about death when I was a younger man. A man that talked a lot... in my own life, I felt a lot of pain and sadness and self-destruction. Death was somehow explosive, not slow, or withering erosion. To die in the continuous form means the sort of

retraction of life. Now he can't walk to the litter tray; now he can't hop up onto the bed. A sort of slow closing down till he's just still on a cushion most of the time. And when a few things happened that would compromise his

dignity, my missus goes, 'We've got to make the phone call.' I couldn't take the theater of it, you know? The theater of the ding-dong, the vet's here, the scythe-bearing super-vet about to administer tickets for the final journey. I couldn't

take it. But, you know, as a pet owner – which seems like a kind of reductive term for what I felt was an osmosis between me and him – it's self-realization. When I found that cat, when that cat found me, when I was just a kid... 27, but just a kid.

And now I'm a father with two daughters. I'm a man grounded in who I am, and a significant part of that was not just his catalytic presence, but what I learned from caring for him. Due to, you know...

I'm from his elegant manner and from his beautiful way. So I was like, okay, yeah, we'll make the phone call. Made the phone call. I'll come at 8:00 after the kids are in bed, I said to them. And so I just spent the rest of the afternoon in

the room with the cat, waiting and watching, texting people that I've known for a long time, like, "Oh, you know, Mas, yeah, he's on the way out." And got sort of messages and memories from people that loved him. And then, like, while I was

doing that, I sort of noticed his little paws, like a couple of twitches. I noticed a couple of sort of minor little gasps. And I'm noticing even now the beautiful blue tip on the tree behind me in the reflection right there. And I noticed that what they give you is

it kind of 5G in a connectivity to the sacred. The neglected and forgotten sacred can be found in your connection to the animal. You can find yourself, or your relationship to an animal, and through any form of love and through, you know, connection to nature. This

disconnection from nature that we're having time to contemplate and reflect on now—that nature, if indeed nature it is, has bitten back in microbial swarms. So he, yeah, I looked at him and his little, bare ribcage from various operations and procedures stopped.

Shifting. I never saw any sign of pain or distress. I was told to expect those, and it was that that made me make the eventual phone call. Never saw anything; no whimper or tortured noise. I wouldn't be able to stand that; I would have pressed

the... you know, you for...  Nazi... a hotline button as soon as there was any indication of that. I looked at him and he was gone, and the first thing I thought was relief. And his final act of friendship to me was to pass in a

manner that spared me the horror of his own demise. Spared me that. But conversations... if we had to do it, we had to do it. It was the right thing to do, wasn't it? Relieved me of all of that in one final, honoring

me and the Misses... like, I went downstairs, told her. She showed the kids my mad toddler trick stuff. My four-year-old says some profound, prophetic things.  She looks at my face; she'd never seen me cry. Looks at me sort of like a mystery, you

know. My other daughter, she's too young to... you know, everything to her is an innocent delirium. And then I showed them. They go stiff fast, these animals, man. We took out that tube; that was a rough moment, to snip and pull that out. I showed the

other animals. Bare looks of wonder. Our other cat, Jericho, aware of what death is on some deep, wordless level; the level of instinct and gut and evolution. Then we did the burial, and it was beautiful and sacred, and we lit candles and we said

Prayers and the ritual performed its function, and the death seeped into me. Death seeped into me. There can be a disembodiment to death and to loss, a refusal of trauma, a breaking of the path, a breaking of the line, a breaking of the

connection. But due to the spiritual lessons I have been given, and I'm aware that at this time in particular, many of you will be dealing with the loss of human beings that are integral to you, that you deeply, dearly loved. Losing people too soon—it always

seemed too soon—and you might think, 'Wow, this is a long eulogy for a cat,' but to me, he was more than that. To me, he was what is love other than an acknowledgment of oneness, an acknowledgment of union? I feel for you there's as I would feel for

me. I would—I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I want to protect you. I'm prepared to give up something of mine in order that you succeed. Like I heard, the only demonstration of love is sacrifice; all else is but affection. That's so good

in it. It's not mine. And yeah, and I'm through that love, through that love there is connection, there is interconnectivity. And but through the pain of the loss, a deeper kind of connection, a sort of solidifying of our family. Phew! At through our improvised funeral amidst

the candles in our garden, with our other cat coiling around, we were able to process, realize, and experience the death and somehow embody it. So, whilst it's very sad, because that cat, he was always there, man. That cat's been through everything with me. He's given me everything that you

needed to give me, and I hope that when I like you, unless I die first, I can endure the death of everybody else. But I'm able to apply the lessons taught to me, given to me by the death of my dear cat, Morrissey. And I hope that any of you

that are suffering loss, whether it's due to the pandemic or just due to the everyday inevitability of that painful severance of death and loss, that you are able, in your own way, to find what's sacred in it. And through the sacred

discover that there is a oneness that underscores all rites and, in my view, is the crucible of all creation. So there is never an ending or a separation; merely new notes are played in the great ongoing symphony of existence in which we all play our parts.

My Cat Died.

Russell Brand

화자의 고양이인 모리시의 죽음과 그 심오한 영향.

화자는 죽음, 특히 사랑하는 고양이 모리시의 죽음이라는 주제를 소개합니다.

화자는 이전에 죽음을 경험했음에도 불구하고 모리세이의 죽음이 깊은 영향을 미쳤다고 강조합니다.

화자는 모리시의 죽음에 대한 감정적 영향을 다른 상실과 대조하여 그 독특한 의미를 강조합니다.

화자는 모리시의 죽음을 늦추기 위한 노력을 설명하며 죽음의 불가피성에 대해 성찰합니다.

모리시의 죽음은 신부전으로 인한 것이었고, 화자는 그의 쇠퇴를 지켜보는 슬픔을 묘사합니다.

화자의 삶에서 모리세이가 갖는 의미와 인간과 동물의 유대감의 본질에 대해 이야기합니다.

연사는 모리세이의 오랜 삶과 함께한 경험을 이야기하며 두 사람의 깊은 유대감을 강조합니다.

연사는 인간과 동물 사이의 독특하고 말없는 연결에 대해 이야기하며, 이를 언어적 의사소통과 대조합니다.

연사는 늑대의 길들임과 인간과 동물의 관계에 대한 닐 드그래스 타이슨의 연구에 대해 언급합니다.

연사는 반려동물 키우기의 토템적 기원과 현대 사회에서 반려동물 키우기가 갖는 의미를 탐구합니다.

화자는 모리세이를 자연과의 연결과 삶의 깊은 의미를 상징하는 토템으로 간주합니다.

모리세이의 죽음에 대한 화자의 감정적 반응과 작별 인사를 하는 과정.

화자는 모리시의 죽음에 대한 강렬한 감정적 반응을 묘사하며, 이전에는 경험하지 못했던 울음을 터뜨립니다.

발표자는 신부전에 대한 수의사의 설명과 사망 원인에 대해 설명합니다.

화자는 모리세이를 최대한 오래 편안하고 건강하게 유지하기 위한 그들의 노력을 설명합니다.

화자는 시간이 지남에 따라 변화하는 죽음에 대한 인식을 되돌아봅니다.

화자는 모리세이의 안락사 결정과 그에 대한 자신의 감정을 설명합니다.

모리세이와의 마지막 순간, 장례식, 그리고 죽음과 상실에 대한 성찰이 이어집니다.

화자는 모리세이의 평화로운 임종에 대한 경험과 그들이 느낀 안도감을 공유합니다.

화자는 모리세이가 죽기 전 그와 함께 시간을 보내고 그를 사랑했던 사람들로부터 메시지를 받았다고 묘사합니다.

연사가 자녀에게 모리시의 죽음에 대해 이야기한 경험을 공유합니다.

화자는 장례 의식과 그 정서적 영향에 대해 설명합니다.

연사는 모리시의 죽음에서 얻은 정신적 교훈을 되돌아보고 상실을 겪고 있는 다른 사람들에게 애도를 표합니다.

사랑, 연결, 삶과 죽음의 순환에 대한 생각을 마무리합니다.

화자는 사랑을 하나됨과 희생에 대한 인정으로 정의합니다.

화자는 슬픔을 함께 나누고 즉흥적으로 장례식을 치르며 가족 간의 유대를 강화하는 것에 대해 이야기합니다.

화자는 위로의 말을 건네며 상실 속에서 성스러운 것을 찾도록 격려합니다.

연사는 존재의 순환적 특성과 모든 것의 상호 연결성을 강조하며 마무리합니다.