Today, I am skipping my 'Good morning' post. Instead, I will talk to you a little bit about the kitty we just lost.
I've lived with her for many years, in my mum's house. In the end though, she was my mum's kitty. I haven't lived there for quite a few years, so I only saw her during visits. So when my mum called yesterday to tell me she had died, I mostly felt sad for my mum.
Don't get me wrong, I loved that kitty dearly and am very sad to see her go... I was just already used to not seeing her. My mum, she has to get used to that now.
Dug up an old photo that best represents her. She was always curled up in way too small boxes.
We did not know her from birth. Instead, she choose us as her family.
See, I grew up with our previous cat. He was about as old as I was, maybe a year older. Eventually, when he was already quite old, he got very sick. So sick, he wasn't able to reach his food to eat it. During that time, this little black/greyish cat sneaked into our home and ate his food! I thought that was so rude and felt sad for our cat, so I wasn't very happy with this newcomer. She was very skittish, so she ran away whenever we got close.
She kept coming back for the food though! Even after we had to put our old cat to rest, she kept coming back for food. My mum had asked around town to find out who's cat this was, but no one knew. She continued feeding her and after a while, she let us come close. Mum eventually took her to the vet to check her out and by then... we had a new cat.
She never went far from home, always staying inside or in the garden. She really enjoyed our company.
These last few years, she had become a really old grandma. She was slow and she didn't go outside a lot anymore. She mainly just slept inside one of her ever changing favorite boxes.
In her younger days.
In the end, she was with my mum for 16 years. We think she's lived for about 17 years in total, which is a good age for a cat. She never really had many problems at all and grew up quite healthy and content.
Lately, she didn't eat a lot anymore and this last week, she hardly ate anything. The vet didn't really know what to do. They took her blood, but results would come later this week. They also gave her a pain killer, because maybe her teeth hurt her. Apparently, that wasn't the case. Yesterday, she went into the garden, laid down, and passed away there.
We went to keep my mum company in the evening and helped her bury her in the backyard.
She was definitely a part of the family and it's hard to lose her. That's why I wanted to write a little tribute to her today, instead of my usual 'Good morning' post. I might not feel as bad as my mum must feel right now, but it just didn't feel right to let this go by and happily chat away about my day.
She will be missed!
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