On the 23rd of March, 23 We let Rascal go. You’d think that after not far short of two years, I’d be able to write about him without tearing up. What sparked this off today was news about another loved cat who has left us – not ours, my sisters – Clover.
Who are these creatures that come in to our lives and then leave us after way too few years. In the meantime, we shower them with love and food, and they give their haughty looks, their zoomies at 3AM and the muddy paw-prints on the newly washed pillow case & quilt cover.
The pain of the loss when they go is monumental, but then you remember the times when Rascal stole the filter sponge from Mike & Lynn’s pond. Or the time when he came home with something wrong with his eye, he’d either caught it on a bush or had been in a fight.
On that day, I held him in my arms as he went to sleep. His ashes are with Droplets, in their bush at the bottom of the garden. We sit with them in the summer months.
They are just cats, but my god, the love…
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Yes, they are a real pain! As I write this, Boo is pulling my Christmas jumper apart! Have just fed the residents and am about to feed their cousins that live in the garden. At least we haven’t got a Chris Bonnington cat, attempting the north face of the Christmas tree!
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Lovely Clive, made me smile.
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