Misty passed away last week. She had to be put to sleep last week, after suffering from an short, but aggressive cancer.
The Vet said that we could give her some treatment, but she was in a bad way and it would only give her a more few weeks.
I didn't want to put her through any more pain. I think she also knew, because the night before, as she was sat beside me
on the chair and was constantly tapping and stroking my arm and looking at my in a sad way. It's seems particularly cruel
with it being so close to Christmas.
Misty was thirteen and had been with me since she was a kitten. She was definitely a house cat, I tried putting her outside
a few times, but she would just sit outside the door wanting to come back into the warmth and safety of the house.
I was also thankful for this, as my previous cat 'Boots' may have eaten something in the adjacent fields, that may have
contributed to his passing.
Anyone who is and has been a cat owner will have their own memories and stories of nose bumps, contented purring sounds
when resting on your lap or chest, sneaking under the duvet at night for warmth and the silliness and joy of watching a cat
chase a ball on a string. It's only been a few days, but it's strange how my routine has changed. Like making sure she has
fresh food and water in the morning, afternoon and evening, cleaning the litter tray. Her loss is difficult to come to terms with.
I wrote her a farewell note that was buried with her, describing all the fun times we had together and apologising if I
let her down in anyway. She's buried at the side of a tree on the edge of my parent's vegetable garden. So I can make sure
she has a well tendered grave.
I going to get another kitten in the next few months, I just need to come to terms with the loss of Misty.