Charlie was my first cat after my housemate moved out, and I hadn't actually wanted a cat!! But her owner had died, and her owners son told my neighbour (who no longer did cat rescue) that if she didn't find her a home, he would microwave her, so she thought of me, as she was a pure white. Have to admit that there wasn't a good bond between us though, looking back, I know it was just cos the poor thing had had her world turned upside down - sadly, 9 weeks later, she started fitting in the early hours of the morning, and despite being on morphine for nearly 2 days, she died. i do regret listening to my neighbour when we went to visit her though, as I had no idea what to do, and sadly my neighbours opinion is that if there is the slightest chance that they could live, we have to give it to them - as a result, she died alone at the vets about an hour and a half after we left her. Having Charlie did shape my life though, I went to the local CP the day after as I couldn't bear not to have any cats in my life, and it was the start of a lot of cats coming and going - she did make me realise how satisfying it was to have oldies, and know that however long they had with me, they died in a happy, loving home environment rather than a shelter. Sadly I dont have any pics of Charlie (again, something that hasn't happened since, she made me realise the need for pics). Today is the 4th anniversary of her death, and it is something I am fine with, just wanted to put a tribute on about her, as while I dont miss her as such, she did make a big impact on my life. RIP little one, I know you will be up their with your true mum.
