My Little Cat

My little cat, Escher, who's been my constant companion for 19 years, died peacefully in her sleep on Friday night. She'd spend every evening curled-up on my lap, and every morning I'd find her fast asleep in my chair. She'd come out and 'help' me with the gardening; yell at me 'till I picked her up and danced round the kitchen with her while we were cooking; and tag me on the leg and run off so we could play chase around the lounge.

It's going to take me a long, long time to get used to not having her around. I miss my little friend. *sigh*

Thanks Jesnon.

Sorry to hear about your cat. Pets are such a miss, but lots of happy memories too.

Oh Colin....I'm so sorry about your little puddytat. I know how much that makes your heart ache.  It never really goes away either, does it?
One of our pussycats, Wilson, who was a long haired marmalade, died in her sleep last year.  She was 18 years old.  I woke up in the morning and she was in her favourite sleeping spot....the warm spot (above the logburner) on the landing.  She looked as though she was just asleep, but of course, I knew right away because normally she would come in and jump up on the bed as soon as she heard me awake.  I still look for her.

I've always thought it is a terrible design fault on the part of Mother Nature that our pets don't automatically get the same lifespan as us......wouldn't that save us some pain?

Resa