On Friday (4/11/6) my 14 month old cat passed away. He had recently been diagnosed with an enlarged heart. We were told by the vet he would live a good life with the medication he was given and things seemed to get back to normal after a week or so but I think he just couldn't take the strain.
Bruno was my first pet, a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat, with a bright pink nose and pink little pads. I adopted him at 6 months from my local RSPCA shelter after a family had dumped him there because he was unwanted. I poured my heart and soul into loving him and looking after him, and in the short while he was with me he had a full and exciting life. He got into his first and only fight over the summer and hurt his leg which healed quickly. In September he caught his first bird and paraded around the garden with it. We treated him very well, always givin him treats and he knew we were a soft touch!
Bruno was always very weary and didnt particularly like cuddles, in hindsight this could have been down to discomfort he felt through his large heart but he always showed us he loved us. He came to us for a stroke and a cuddle and liked to wake me up in the mornings with a head massage!
Bruno was obsessed with 2 little fuzzy pom poms he found whilst playing under my bed when he first came to live with me, it was such an unusual thing for him to like and he never really cared for any other toy that was bought for him. He used to run around the house with it in his mouth makin moaning sounds, a noise we got so used to and dearly miss already. I decided to bury him with one and keep one for memories.
I took some pictures of him during the summer, never did i think that they would be all I had left to remember him by.
On Thursday night, Bruno came to sleep on my bed. He usually does this for a few minutes then runs off looking for fun and trouble, or goes to sleep in his usual place on the landing, like he was guarding our rooms from intruders but on thursday he stayed with me all night, sleeping right by my side, something he has never done.
Now I think back, I believe he knew this would be our last night together and he stayed with me, this one time to show how much he loved me, he was saying goodbye.
On friday night we noticed his breathing had gone a bit rapid, how it was before we took him to the vets the week before, so we decided we would take him into the vets on Saturday. We went out that night to a party and came home late. I called out for Bruno who is usually waitin at the bottom of the stairs for us when we come home, greeting us with his usually cheerful mioawing. But after callin he didnt come so we went looking for him. I found him at the top of the stairs, he looked asleep and i went to stroke him but he was cold and stiff.
Bruno was only very young and he didnt have a full life unlike some cats. The moment i first saw him at the cat shelter I knew i would be his mum and it was a case of a few days and he was home with us. I thought he would grow old with me, see my children and be there for a long time to come and to lose him within 8 months of having him has totally devestated me. I still cannot accept he's gone but I know he won't return. I would give anything in the world to hear his miaow, feel his soft clean fur and cuddle him one last time but I know i cant have that. I am totally heart broken because I treated him like my own baby, i know that sounds silly but I had wanted all my life (I am 22) to have a pet and look after it. It seems cruel I was given the chance and have it taken away so quickly but I know that I gave Bruno the best life he could ever possibly have whilst he was here.
I hope hes chasing his Pom Pom in the sky now, happy and peaceful up there.
All my love Bruno, Mummy x
Bruno was my first pet, a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat, with a bright pink nose and pink little pads. I adopted him at 6 months from my local RSPCA shelter after a family had dumped him there because he was unwanted. I poured my heart and soul into loving him and looking after him, and in the short while he was with me he had a full and exciting life. He got into his first and only fight over the summer and hurt his leg which healed quickly. In September he caught his first bird and paraded around the garden with it. We treated him very well, always givin him treats and he knew we were a soft touch!
Bruno was always very weary and didnt particularly like cuddles, in hindsight this could have been down to discomfort he felt through his large heart but he always showed us he loved us. He came to us for a stroke and a cuddle and liked to wake me up in the mornings with a head massage!
Bruno was obsessed with 2 little fuzzy pom poms he found whilst playing under my bed when he first came to live with me, it was such an unusual thing for him to like and he never really cared for any other toy that was bought for him. He used to run around the house with it in his mouth makin moaning sounds, a noise we got so used to and dearly miss already. I decided to bury him with one and keep one for memories.
I took some pictures of him during the summer, never did i think that they would be all I had left to remember him by.
On Thursday night, Bruno came to sleep on my bed. He usually does this for a few minutes then runs off looking for fun and trouble, or goes to sleep in his usual place on the landing, like he was guarding our rooms from intruders but on thursday he stayed with me all night, sleeping right by my side, something he has never done.
Now I think back, I believe he knew this would be our last night together and he stayed with me, this one time to show how much he loved me, he was saying goodbye.
On friday night we noticed his breathing had gone a bit rapid, how it was before we took him to the vets the week before, so we decided we would take him into the vets on Saturday. We went out that night to a party and came home late. I called out for Bruno who is usually waitin at the bottom of the stairs for us when we come home, greeting us with his usually cheerful mioawing. But after callin he didnt come so we went looking for him. I found him at the top of the stairs, he looked asleep and i went to stroke him but he was cold and stiff.
Bruno was only very young and he didnt have a full life unlike some cats. The moment i first saw him at the cat shelter I knew i would be his mum and it was a case of a few days and he was home with us. I thought he would grow old with me, see my children and be there for a long time to come and to lose him within 8 months of having him has totally devestated me. I still cannot accept he's gone but I know he won't return. I would give anything in the world to hear his miaow, feel his soft clean fur and cuddle him one last time but I know i cant have that. I am totally heart broken because I treated him like my own baby, i know that sounds silly but I had wanted all my life (I am 22) to have a pet and look after it. It seems cruel I was given the chance and have it taken away so quickly but I know that I gave Bruno the best life he could ever possibly have whilst he was here.
I hope hes chasing his Pom Pom in the sky now, happy and peaceful up there.
All my love Bruno, Mummy x
