My first cat Dave died two weeks ago.
He was close to his 2nd birthday.
I miss him so much. We have been left with such an emptiness, in both our hearts and in our house.
He was such a homely guy, and loved being around us.
It was such a shock when we found out he had been hit by a car during the night.
The driver hadnt stopped, and had probably not realised that they had hit a cat. Luckily some passers by saw him lying in the road at midnite, picked him up and moved him to the edge of the pavement and then called us to let us know.
We got the message in the morning, and it was the worst news we could have had. We broke down. He was our baby. We had been there when he and his brothers and sisters were born.
I miss the silliest things about him. The way he sat on the bathmat when i was in the bath, and when i went under the water he would jump up to check where i had gone.
The way he hated us going to bed to would chase us around and grab our legs when he could see us getting ready.
The way he sat right infront of the tv when we were watching our faveourite programms.
The way he was so sneeky and stole chips, one by one from our plates.
And many more.
We have had him cremated and now have him back. We were planning on scattering his ashes, but have now changed our minds and would rather keep him in the nice little wooden box.
We have got a little digital photoframe which we used the last time he was in the vets for a week when he was ill. We missed him so much we filled it with pictures of him so we could look at it all the time.
Its nice having that now.
His life was cut very short, and I find it hard not blaming ourselves, but I hope he loved living with us as much as we did with him.
He was loved by everyone who came in contact with him.
There have been tears from so many people. It makes me feel happy that he touched so many people in the two years we had him.
I think I could talk about him for hours and hours. Its just nice being able to get out bits of how we have been feeling to people who know how cats affect our lives.
He was close to his 2nd birthday.
I miss him so much. We have been left with such an emptiness, in both our hearts and in our house.
He was such a homely guy, and loved being around us.
It was such a shock when we found out he had been hit by a car during the night.
The driver hadnt stopped, and had probably not realised that they had hit a cat. Luckily some passers by saw him lying in the road at midnite, picked him up and moved him to the edge of the pavement and then called us to let us know.
We got the message in the morning, and it was the worst news we could have had. We broke down. He was our baby. We had been there when he and his brothers and sisters were born.
I miss the silliest things about him. The way he sat on the bathmat when i was in the bath, and when i went under the water he would jump up to check where i had gone.
The way he hated us going to bed to would chase us around and grab our legs when he could see us getting ready.
The way he sat right infront of the tv when we were watching our faveourite programms.
The way he was so sneeky and stole chips, one by one from our plates.
And many more.
We have had him cremated and now have him back. We were planning on scattering his ashes, but have now changed our minds and would rather keep him in the nice little wooden box.
We have got a little digital photoframe which we used the last time he was in the vets for a week when he was ill. We missed him so much we filled it with pictures of him so we could look at it all the time.
Its nice having that now.
His life was cut very short, and I find it hard not blaming ourselves, but I hope he loved living with us as much as we did with him.
He was loved by everyone who came in contact with him.
There have been tears from so many people. It makes me feel happy that he touched so many people in the two years we had him.
I think I could talk about him for hours and hours. Its just nice being able to get out bits of how we have been feeling to people who know how cats affect our lives.
