Bye bye old moggy
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I'm visiting the folks at the moment. This morning we had a ring on the doorbell from some people in the neighbourhood asking if we had a ginger cat as one had been hit by a car. I went round with my Dad as until I left home he was 'my cat'; we were both grumpy at times and seem to get on.
I knew it would be him as he wasn't in the garden sunning himself as usual when I went to look for him. Still unwrapping the black sacks he'd been put in was a bit like a grim mystery pass the parcel (4 rounds as it turned out). The road is a fair distance from home and we didn't know he wondered that far.
When I was 14 (I'm now 28) I worked in the local shop and he wondered in, clearly very hungry. I shooed him off, but he turned up at the family home later that night. This time we fed him, tried to find out where he came from for the next couple of months to no avail, so he stayed.
He was a 'shed' of a cat from the off with skin hanging from his tummy and weeping eyes (the vet said he'd have both for the rest of his life. A few years back he disappeared, returning in a right state and unable to walk or eat. I popped home from London to say the final goodbye (the vet took a look and said there was little to be done), but that night he recovered. He still seemed to remember me whenever I visited the folks afterwards.
He had clearly had a pretty bad experience in the past as he would panic with strangers, too many people. When he came he was particularly scared by anyone who'd had a beer or two. He utterly hated being taken to the vets, and would disappear for days after.
He seemed a pretty happy old boy though, in his own way, he'd follow you around the garden and rub round your legs, and would stretch out in the sun - he was happily doing this yesterday. He also caught two mice last week and was looking very happy with himself indeed for a few days after.
Anyway, late last night he came in and I fed him, he came over to the desk I was at and said hi (the rest of the family was out late at a wedding). Friendly and happy, after a while he scratched to go out. I gave him a good stroke and he was purring away so I opened the door and he trotted off into the night.
I buried him deep down in a spot he was fond of sleeping in this afternoon and the sun came out.
So bye Charlie, you strolled in one evening 14 odd years ago and then strolled out last night - pretty much half my life. It's made easier that you seemed pretty content until the end, I hope you enjoyed yourself because I enjoyed you.
Give your cats a stroke this evening as they can go suddenly.
I knew it would be him as he wasn't in the garden sunning himself as usual when I went to look for him. Still unwrapping the black sacks he'd been put in was a bit like a grim mystery pass the parcel (4 rounds as it turned out). The road is a fair distance from home and we didn't know he wondered that far.
When I was 14 (I'm now 28) I worked in the local shop and he wondered in, clearly very hungry. I shooed him off, but he turned up at the family home later that night. This time we fed him, tried to find out where he came from for the next couple of months to no avail, so he stayed.
He was a 'shed' of a cat from the off with skin hanging from his tummy and weeping eyes (the vet said he'd have both for the rest of his life. A few years back he disappeared, returning in a right state and unable to walk or eat. I popped home from London to say the final goodbye (the vet took a look and said there was little to be done), but that night he recovered. He still seemed to remember me whenever I visited the folks afterwards.
He had clearly had a pretty bad experience in the past as he would panic with strangers, too many people. When he came he was particularly scared by anyone who'd had a beer or two. He utterly hated being taken to the vets, and would disappear for days after.
He seemed a pretty happy old boy though, in his own way, he'd follow you around the garden and rub round your legs, and would stretch out in the sun - he was happily doing this yesterday. He also caught two mice last week and was looking very happy with himself indeed for a few days after.
Anyway, late last night he came in and I fed him, he came over to the desk I was at and said hi (the rest of the family was out late at a wedding). Friendly and happy, after a while he scratched to go out. I gave him a good stroke and he was purring away so I opened the door and he trotted off into the night.
I buried him deep down in a spot he was fond of sleeping in this afternoon and the sun came out.
So bye Charlie, you strolled in one evening 14 odd years ago and then strolled out last night - pretty much half my life. It's made easier that you seemed pretty content until the end, I hope you enjoyed yourself because I enjoyed you.
Give your cats a stroke this evening as they can go suddenly.
Stupid I know, can't help thinking of him when I go in the garden. Okay I'll be honest I'm 28 years old I shouldn't cry over a cat. I am for the first time, picking up his body post being run over with kidneys hanging out was not the most satisfying thing
A shortcut to feeling very sick...
A shortcut to feeling very sick...
Edited by 0a on Saturday 4th August 21:52
There is nothing wrong with having a cry over your loss. We lost Spyker, our furry friend, in an RTA 12 weeks ago and we both still talk to him especially in the garden where he is buried and have a little cry over the little things he did, I'm 30 and Mr XL is 43, so age makes no difference. We both had a blub a few days ago when we realised we would get strawberrys for the first time in years as he has eaten them whilst still green before! We still look for him when we come in the door and I still open the cupboard to fill up his bowls each morning til I remember he's not tripping me over for his breakfast. It is only a week since you did the hardest thing you have to do as a pet lover, everything is still very raw, and it will take time before you can remember him in happy memories and not in those last few horror visions you had. Crying, anger, questions, its all part of it, its the hardest part of loving something. It does get easier, but it takes time and a lot of tears. I was really worried I would forget Spyker for some strange reason, so I got a massive canvas made of a really nice picture we took of him, helped me just knowing a quick glance at the wall and I couldn't forget him.
Hope this helps, I'll stop waffling now
Hope this helps, I'll stop waffling now
mrsxllifts said:
There is nothing wrong with having a cry over your loss. We lost Spyker, our furry friend, in an RTA 12 weeks ago and we both still talk to him especially in the garden where he is buried and have a little cry over the little things he did, I'm 30 and Mr XL is 43, so age makes no difference. We both had a blub a few days ago when we realised we would get strawberrys for the first time in years as he has eaten them whilst still green before! We still look for him when we come in the door and I still open the cupboard to fill up his bowls each morning til I remember he's not tripping me over for his breakfast. It is only a week since you did the hardest thing you have to do as a pet lover, everything is still very raw, and it will take time before you can remember him in happy memories and not in those last few horror visions you had. Crying, anger, questions, its all part of it, its the hardest part of loving something. It does get easier, but it takes time and a lot of tears. I was really worried I would forget Spyker for some strange reason, so I got a massive canvas made of a really nice picture we took of him, helped me just knowing a quick glance at the wall and I couldn't forget him.
Hope this helps, I'll stop waffling now
Nice post Hope this helps, I'll stop waffling now
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