My darling Baby Nemo was born on May 17th last year. His momâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s owner is a friend of mine, so I was there all the time to see him grow. Me and my husband could not wait to get him home.
He had two brothers and one sister and they were all small bundles of joy.
My Nemo was a Tabby Muggy and the first of the siblings to se the light of day.
As the summer came to an end the day we had been waiting for finally arrived and we finally got to bring our little baby home.
He soon found his way in to our bedroom and slept in our bed closely snuggled up to his new mom and dad. When he became a little older he started sleeping in is basket on my nightstand and he used that basket until he grew out of it a few months ago.
He would come in to my bed every night for a god night cuddle before he went to sleep and every morning he would be there when we woke up.
He was always there to provide me comfort when life got rough, and to share our happiness when the sun reappeared. He was my pride and joy, my little angel. In the last year I have had my full chare of ups and downs, none of it mattered as he was always there to bring me comfort and joy, but now he is gone.
I got a call on Monday telling me to come home; my bay had been in an accident. He had been hit by a car. This is somewhat odd as he was afraid of all cars even the sound of them would have him run to the far end of our garden, were he spent most of his time.
That calls shattered my world. I came home to find my Nemo dead. Our neighbour cat, his best buddy had found him on the side of the road, and when our neighbour called for their cat he refused to move, he was sitting next to his pal crying out in grief for his lost companion. The two of them had been inseparable from the start.
On the day we lost our baby, my husband called the vet to not notify them that our Nemo was gone. On occasions when we have been visiting the vet, there have from time to time been cats that have been handed in to be put a sleep because their own didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t want them or couldnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t keep them anymore. I asked my husband to ask if they had any cats that needed new home, and we were told to come in and have a look if we were interested. They had a mother with 5 kittens and a 14 month old female. Lara looked the spitting image of my baby. She is a lot smaller than my 5,5 kg bundle of joy and has a completely different personally, but I could not leave her for dead. At least, this way, his death means that another cat will not have to die.
She has bonded with my husband, but is not very close to me, but I hope in time she will warm up and want the same close relationship that we had with Nemo.
Nearly a week has past, and I still cry every day missing my baby, and hoping that by a miracle he'll return. But I know that he never will. He is buried in our garden, were we enjoyed countless hours of fun. But the pain doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t seem to go away, not even weaken a bit and I wonder how I will go on with my life without my trusted friend. Life has lost all its high notes for me, or so it seams for now. I wish I knew how to carry on. What to do, to ease the pain. I just live one day at the time hoping that one day soon the pain will be less and I will again be able to think of my darling boy without grief.
He had two brothers and one sister and they were all small bundles of joy.
My Nemo was a Tabby Muggy and the first of the siblings to se the light of day.
As the summer came to an end the day we had been waiting for finally arrived and we finally got to bring our little baby home.
He soon found his way in to our bedroom and slept in our bed closely snuggled up to his new mom and dad. When he became a little older he started sleeping in is basket on my nightstand and he used that basket until he grew out of it a few months ago.
He would come in to my bed every night for a god night cuddle before he went to sleep and every morning he would be there when we woke up.
He was always there to provide me comfort when life got rough, and to share our happiness when the sun reappeared. He was my pride and joy, my little angel. In the last year I have had my full chare of ups and downs, none of it mattered as he was always there to bring me comfort and joy, but now he is gone.
I got a call on Monday telling me to come home; my bay had been in an accident. He had been hit by a car. This is somewhat odd as he was afraid of all cars even the sound of them would have him run to the far end of our garden, were he spent most of his time.
That calls shattered my world. I came home to find my Nemo dead. Our neighbour cat, his best buddy had found him on the side of the road, and when our neighbour called for their cat he refused to move, he was sitting next to his pal crying out in grief for his lost companion. The two of them had been inseparable from the start.
On the day we lost our baby, my husband called the vet to not notify them that our Nemo was gone. On occasions when we have been visiting the vet, there have from time to time been cats that have been handed in to be put a sleep because their own didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t want them or couldnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t keep them anymore. I asked my husband to ask if they had any cats that needed new home, and we were told to come in and have a look if we were interested. They had a mother with 5 kittens and a 14 month old female. Lara looked the spitting image of my baby. She is a lot smaller than my 5,5 kg bundle of joy and has a completely different personally, but I could not leave her for dead. At least, this way, his death means that another cat will not have to die.
She has bonded with my husband, but is not very close to me, but I hope in time she will warm up and want the same close relationship that we had with Nemo.
Nearly a week has past, and I still cry every day missing my baby, and hoping that by a miracle he'll return. But I know that he never will. He is buried in our garden, were we enjoyed countless hours of fun. But the pain doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t seem to go away, not even weaken a bit and I wonder how I will go on with my life without my trusted friend. Life has lost all its high notes for me, or so it seams for now. I wish I knew how to carry on. What to do, to ease the pain. I just live one day at the time hoping that one day soon the pain will be less and I will again be able to think of my darling boy without grief.
