I cannot today but write about one thing which has made me slave to my thoughts and feelings. I's the 21st of September, it's a national holiday, but it also marks one year to a very sad event in my life. Figaro, my very loved kitten who actually was the first to make me a 'grandma' went into the deepest sleep one year ago today. Poor little thing, he was so sick. Now I stare at his three siblings who have survived him and wonder why was it him who had to go. So loving, used to sleep next to me all the time. Poor little one, he lived for two years, two happy years I suppose but I was always taking him to the vet for this and that. It's like life, some people are born unlucky, and it's the same with cats. My blonde baby who grew from a sweet little kitten to the most good-looking cat of the lot. Time doesn't heal, if we're lucky it makes acceptance that little bit easier. My brood went from six to five, and it will always be painful to anybody's innocent question, how many cats do you have? I was used to proudly saying six, but have had to say five all the times this question has been asked this year.
My only saving grace is that at least my baby passed away in loving hands, in warmth, God knows how much I willed him to stay but his pain was too big for that. So now he's in Rainbow Bridge, all healthy and happily running with the other cats. And I know that he won't forget me and he will forever be in my heart.
Te quiero Figaro
De mi corazón...hasta que encontremos otra vez...
My only saving grace is that at least my baby passed away in loving hands, in warmth, God knows how much I willed him to stay but his pain was too big for that. So now he's in Rainbow Bridge, all healthy and happily running with the other cats. And I know that he won't forget me and he will forever be in my heart.
Te quiero Figaro
De mi corazón...hasta que encontremos otra vez...
