RIP Charcoal

On Tuesday 19 January 2021, I lost my dear fur buddy Charcoal to cancer.  What I thought was a respiratory infection, which Charkey got every winter, turned out to be a mass in his mouth.  While waiting for the biopsy appointment, the faint swelling I had observed on his left side blew up dramatically over the weekend, becoming so large it looked like he had a tennis ball in his cheek.  I dropped him off for his appointment that morning, the vet confirmed the diagnosis a few hours later, and shortly after that, I held him as he passed.

Charcoal was a beautiful grey cat, with a traumatic history, part of which is told in my memoir of cat rescue work, “Cat o’ Nine Tales”.  He and other local strays had taken to accessing the basement of an abandoned property near my West Philly home, retreating from the rain or cold to its relative shelter.  The house had been empty for over a decade, until new owners bought it and planned to renovate.  In the meantime, they secured the property, boarding up the basement access.  Charcoal, always afraid of human contact, hid when he heard them coming, and never got out when the other cats fled.

Charcoal at autumn in the garden in Philadelphia: a combination of stationary asteroids Anubis and Katz at his passing foretold a fraught period for feline mortality

The house had a stair down from the street which gave onto a front cellar access door, and weeks later, I heard an insistent meowing as I passed on my way to the market.  It took awhile to identity where the sound came from, and then a locked door prevented me releasing Charcoal from his prison.  We inquired with the neighbors, but no one knew who owned the building.

Charkey with “main squeeze” Taffy, lazing in the sun atop the utility bin; asteroid Kitty squared Neptune when he was hospitalized and put down as an act of mercy

My rescue partner went online, researched tax records for the property, and found the owner.  When our calls went unreturned, he drove to their home address, pounded on the door and demanded they come to release the cat.

Once the door opened, Charkey flew into the street, a grey blur.  He was thin as a rail, totally traumatized by his ordeal in captivity, and took out his distress by terrorizing every cat in the colony we managed.  He became very aggressive at feeding times, swatting and swiping at every feline that came within reach, running some off, attacking others.

Charcoal on the stoop steps in Philadelphia, in a rare moment of calm with nemesis Ebony; both joined the colony during our “color match” naming phase; asteroid Katz T-squared asteroids Rip and Vet when he passed

It took months, but he finally began to calm down.  That was in the summer of 2012.  In time he found his way into the fenced garden in the back of our property, where he became a regular fixture, making his way by circuitous routes over fences, atop garbage cans and through alleys.  I never kept a feeder out back; we discouraged most of the cats from the garden, instead keeping fresh food and water on the front porch at all times.  But I always had a soft spot for Charkey, and began hand-feeding him, setting down small piles of Meow Mix when I found him in the yard.  In time, as his teeth deteriorated, I started giving him wet food daily, a treat none of the other colony members received.

Charcoal in springtime in the Philadelphia garden; a conjunction of my natal asteroid Charcot with Venus explains the soft spot Charkey always held in my heart

Charcoal was an intact male, and formed bonds with first Cleo, a coal black female, and then Taffy, white with buff and ginger spots, both spayed.  Once we had him neutered, he remained close with these companions, and the trio became my “neutral tone lunch club”, each staking out one of the steps of the cement stoop with their white, grey and black coats gleaming in the noonday sun as they munched their meal.  Despite the personal touch, it took Charkey a long while to trust me, and often as not, I’d receive a stinging cut from razor-sharp claws that slashed like lightning, when I leaned down to feed him or tried to pet. 

But over the years his reserve lessened, and he softened towards me.  Eventually he allowed petting, though it was always a good idea to keep a close eye to his tail – if it twitched a certain way, attack was imminent.  Within about five years, he was happily sitting in my lap as I lounged on a stack chair, or sat cuddling him on a step.

Any box will do; like most cats, Charkey always liked to be in or on things; asteroids Alex and Miller opposed Anubis and Katz when he passed

When my father passed in 2019 and I inherited this house, we decided to wind down the rescue.  We found homes for all the friendlies, and did Trap/Neuter/Release for the ferals. But there were some in an intermediary group, whom we judged were not truly adoptable, but had formed bonds with us.  Charkey was one of these.  Although he had bonded with me, he was still very shy with people, and could be sketchy with other animals, bullying smaller, weaker animals.  Finding a single-pet home with a guardian who was willing to give him the time and space he’d need to adapt proved impossible.

When Charcoal passed, asteroid Charcot conjoined Damocles and squared Nemesis and the Ascendant, for the doom and destruction that was about to descend

There were four cats in this group; Taffy had passed a year before, so I agreed to take Charcoal and Cleo with me, and my partner kept the remaining two.  With my girl Ashes’ special needs, high blood sugar and a low-carb diet, bringing them indoors was impossible, but I had the yard here fenced in, with a berm built up beneath the vinyl slats so they couldn’t get out that way, and would be safe from local wildlife (including fox and coyote) and the dangers of the busy road. A cat door allowed access to the laundry room, with its food and water bowls, and litter boxes.

Charcoal adapted quickly to the new setting when we moved to Nazareth; here he snoozes in the slatted light from the fence; my natal asteroid Vet and Karen conjunction was conjoined by asteroid Kitty when Charcoal passed, with the assistance of his veterinarian, “Dr. Karin”

Charcoal adapted quickly to the new setting; Cleo was a tougher sell, but Charkey was instrumental in helping her settle in – within two months she had relaxed and begun to enjoy her new life here.  She even allowed me to pick her up, and now jumps readily into my lap for petting.  Charkey and I became even closer, with me now able to spend more time with him comfortably.  He loved the new space, finding quiet nooks and hideaways where he would laze for hours, basking in the sun or sheltered from the rain.  

Like a dog, he would come for affection when called.  All I had to do was ask, “Do you want to sit with Uncle Alex?”, and he’d pop up and trot after me or run ahead to our chair in the shade, waiting for his snuggle.  I will miss his sweet meow, and I’m sorry he didn’t have more time to enjoy this new paradise he’d found.

Charcoal was happy to have his old friend Cleo with him in the garden; here they await their noonday meal; Saturn and asteroid Saylor were on the MC when he passed in the animal hospital in Saylorsburg, PA

Charcoal was the first animal I have held as he passed.  I had been in the room for euthanizing before, off to one side when the vet gave the injection, petting and talking to them.  This experience was more immediate and intense.

Of course, being an astrologer, I took note of the time, which was 12:37 PM EST.  It was a fraught period in general for felines, with asteroids Anubis, named for the Egyptian deity governing funerary rites, and Katz, homophone of “cats”, traveling together for weeks as they approached station.  Anubis tuned direct on January 16th, just three days before Charkey’s passing, and Katz followed suit on the 23rd, four days later.  When he died, these were rising on the 28 Taurus Ascendant. 

Charkey loved to roost on my lap when I took a break from gardening chores; I only had to issue an invitation for him to come running for affection; natal asteroid Charcot inconjunct my Saturn/asteroid Alexander conjunction put me in loco parentis to Charcoal

But what is truly astounding is a Grand Cross formed from these, with an opposition to asteroids Alex and Miller at 3 and 4 Sagittarius, and squares to asteroid Rip at 5 Pisces (which functions as a death indicator in the acronym “RIP”, “Rest In Peace”, a common tombstone inscription) and asteroid Vet at 3 Virgo, which conjoins my natal Pluto, modern lord of death, at 4 Virgo.  The terrestrial circumstances could not be portrayed more clearly by this celestial combination, right down to my name (Alex/Miller), the death (Anubis, Rip) of a feline (Katz), and the involvement of a veterinarian (Vet) in that passing.

Charcoal and Cleo snuggling in the laundry/storage room in December; you can see that his left eye is already beginning to close due to the swelling tumor developing in his mouth; asteroid Lachesis, named for the Fate who determines the span of life, opposed my natal Charcot and squared natal asteroid Saylor when he died in Saylorsburg

As well, transit asteroid Kitty at 18 Gemini was exactly squared Neptune at 18 Pisces, representing the animal hospital where he passed, and the pharmaceuticals used in the euthanizing; Neptune was also widely conjunct my natal asteroid Katz at 10 Pisces.  These form a T-Square with my natal Moon at 19 Virgo (conjoined natal Kitty at 13 Virgo) and natal asteroid Vet at 19 Gemini.    My natal Sun and Ascendant, at 4 Leo and Scorpio, are also drawn into the pattern, with the Sun semisquare Vet/Kitty, and the Ascendant sesquiquadrate.

Charkey as a young cat on the sidewalk in Philadelphia; the transit Moon with asteroid Requiem was trine natal Charcot when he passed

The vet’s name was Karin Breitlauch, and my natal asteroid Karen (traditional spelling of the name) is also here, at 18 Gemini, one degree off natal Vet and exactly conjoined by transit Kitty.  Transit Karen at 14 Capricorn conjoined transit Venus at 13 Cap, and these conjoin my natal Saturn, ancient lord of death, at 13 Capricorn and natal asteroid Alexander at 14 Cap, describing the passing (Saturn) of a loved one (Venus) for whom I stood in loco parentis (Saturn also), with Karin’s assistance (Karen).

Charcoal and Cleo refused to take turns, insisting on crowding together on my lap when I visited them in the laundry room; a Sun/Pluto conjunction opposing asteroid Atropos, named for the Fate who severs the thread of life at death, dominated the skies with a death theme when Charcoal was euthanized

I am using asteroid Charcot (pronounced “char-KOH”) for Charcoal, whom I used to call Charkey, Charkoo and Charcuterie (for his earlier slice-and-dice affinities).  When Charkey passed, asteroid Charcot at 26 Aquarius squared the Ascendant, conjoined Damocles at 25 Aquarius, and also squared asteroid Nemesis at 29 Scorpio, on the Descendant.  Damocles represents the doom hanging overhead, about to descend at any moment, and Nemesis refers to ruin or destruction.  In my birth chart, Charcot at 13 Leo conjoins Venus at 14, helping to explain my instant affection for Charcoal, despite his initial wayward habits.  These are inconjunct to natal Saturn/Alexander and transit Karen/Venus, and these points in turn are part of a natal T-Square with two additional death indicators, asteroid Requiem at 14 Cancer, named for the funeral mass for the dead, and asteroid Osiris at 14 Aries, named for the Egyptian god of the dead.  When he passed, transit Requiem and the Moon at 15 and 17 Aries conjoined natal Osiris and squared natal Saturn/Alexander and Requiem.

Charcoal’s loss has left a void in my life; although he was not my pet, he was family to me, and a valued friend I had known for almost ten years.  I’m so grateful I was able to take him from the mean streets of West Philly and give him some months of peace and joy.  I just wish it had been longer.

My last picture of Charcoal, sitting atop the sand mound this winter, surveying his domain

Alex Miller is a professional writer and astrologer, author of The Black Hole Book, detailing deep space points in astrological interpretation, and the forthcoming Heaven on Earth, a comprehensive study of asteroids, both mythic and personal. Alex is a frequent contributor to “The Mountain Astrologer”, “Daykeeper Journal”, and NCGR’s Journals and “Enews Commentary”; his work has also appeared in “Aspects” magazine, “Dell Horoscope”, “Planetwaves”, “Neptune Café” and “Sasstrology.” He is a past president of Philadelphia Astrological Society, and a former board member for the Philadelphia Chapter of NCGR.

11 comments, add yours.


I’m sad for your Loss ,but happy Charcoal found You <3


So sorry for your loss, Alex. According to my belief system, you’ll meet up again one day. Then he’ll be able to tell you how much your love and care meant to him in the ten years you were together.
The set of Charcoal’s eyes is quite unusual and rather attractive.


I’m so sorry! Thank you for letting us know about him. RIP Charkey

Jacqueline Janes

Alex, I am so sorry for your loss. Indeed Charkey was family as you described the relationship so beautifully. This has been a year of loss for you. I have appreciated your tender sharing of your life journey.


Alex, I understand your deep sorrow after the loss of your dear Charcoal… His magnificent and bewitching gaze reminds me of that of the Egyptian lioness goddess Sekhmet. We feel all the love between you and him. Thank you for telling us the story of Charcoal through these tender pictures.


This is a wonderful tribute to your friend Charcoal, who was such a handsome boy! It was wonderful hearing about your rescue work in Philly and it’s to your credit that you brought Charcoal and Cleo with you to your new home. My husband and I used to do kitty rescue work and at one time had 17 cats and 3 dogs; we’re down to just 6 cats and 2 dogs by attrition now. As they aged we had to put quite a few of them down due to cancer and other serious ailments, and it never gets easier. But I also believe we’ll all be reunited someday on the other side. Sorry for your loss Alex, and thank you for sharing Charcoal’s story.


A very special cat tale thank you Alex and sorry Charkey had to

Alex Miller


Thanks, all, for your kind comments and good wishes! I appreciate your support at this sad time.

Ayse Keskin

I am so sorry for your loss, Alex.


Dear Alex,
I’m so sorry for your loss. They give us so much joy that we feel their absence so greatly. I never do well with letting them go, but I do know that I wouldn’t give up one day of happiness with them to avoid the sorrow at their passing. May time help heal this loss and bring you joyful memories to warm your heart. May grace surround you and bring you peace. He was blessed to have you.


My condolences on the loss of beautiful Charkey. Our furbabies give us so much, it truly tears us up when they pass. Thank you for being a rescuer to him, Alex, he was your pet, he chose you and you accepted him, bless you. He was a quite regal looking feline. The last photo in the yard says it all. Sending peace and love to you, and to Cleo during this time.

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