I am struggling with the loss of my sweet grey kitty - Gandalf or Baby G as we often called him. He was 12 1/2 and I have owned him for 12 of those years. He came from a rescue shelter. He has moved with me across country and out of the country and for most of his life he has been an indoor cat. This was a one person cat. He hid from everyone but me; although he recently made a small gesture to my new husband. He would come up in our bed and walk all over us; but only when he knew we were awake, and then he would nestle down on my husband's chest and nudge his chin with his head. While he did this he had the most delighted look on his face. But when my husband was upright or sitting he would have nothing to do with him.
He was smart and sweet and loving and I miss him terribly.
Please note that I said he was mostly an indoor cat. It is for this reason my grief is also mixed with guilt. Against my better judgement I listened to my husband telling me that he would be happier in our new location, having the chance to run in the tropical sunshine and breezes, and he did seem to be really happy and loving his new environment. Sadly, we took an overnight trip on Saturday, had someone come in to cat sit him, and while he was out we believe he was attacked. When we came back home on Sunday I noted that he was not there (he had the run of indoors and outdoors; to come and go as he wished.) His not being there was not unusual, but his food had not been touched. We looked for him, called him, to no avail, same thing the next day and the next. Yesterday morning I looked over our balcony and noticed a clump of fur. Naturally I panicked and went to look and found his small lifeless body. He had come back to die and I didn't get the chance to comfort him or to say goodbye. It is agonizing to know how he suffered and that we never found him in time to save him. We buried him yesterday with a home made headstone and inscription under a beautiful tree overlooking the Bay.
I keep thinking I hear him, I know something is missing at 5:30 and he shoud be fed. I cry and cry and I keep seeing his little body lying there on the ground. I came here for understanding and support.
Aside from my husband, who is also very saddened by our "little" tragedy, ther is noone else to talk to.
Thanks for listening.
He was smart and sweet and loving and I miss him terribly.
Please note that I said he was mostly an indoor cat. It is for this reason my grief is also mixed with guilt. Against my better judgement I listened to my husband telling me that he would be happier in our new location, having the chance to run in the tropical sunshine and breezes, and he did seem to be really happy and loving his new environment. Sadly, we took an overnight trip on Saturday, had someone come in to cat sit him, and while he was out we believe he was attacked. When we came back home on Sunday I noted that he was not there (he had the run of indoors and outdoors; to come and go as he wished.) His not being there was not unusual, but his food had not been touched. We looked for him, called him, to no avail, same thing the next day and the next. Yesterday morning I looked over our balcony and noticed a clump of fur. Naturally I panicked and went to look and found his small lifeless body. He had come back to die and I didn't get the chance to comfort him or to say goodbye. It is agonizing to know how he suffered and that we never found him in time to save him. We buried him yesterday with a home made headstone and inscription under a beautiful tree overlooking the Bay.
I keep thinking I hear him, I know something is missing at 5:30 and he shoud be fed. I cry and cry and I keep seeing his little body lying there on the ground. I came here for understanding and support.
Aside from my husband, who is also very saddened by our "little" tragedy, ther is noone else to talk to.
Thanks for listening.
