Our beautiful cat Cleo, who adopted us 7 years ago, was hit by a car yesterday and killed. It's hard to write this. She was a perfect writer's companion, gorgeous, feisty, and loved to sleep in my shed. Cleo, we miss you. Wherever you are, I hope you always have a place in the sun.
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That is such sad, sad news. What a beautiful cat. I'm sure wherever she is she's found a comfortable corner to nap.
Jen xxx
Oh, Tania. I am so so sorry for you. Cats are very special friends, really, and I can just imagine what this loss must feel like for you. Sending hugs from across the pond. xo
I'm sorry, Tania. XX
I am very sorry-your cat is beautiful
Really sorry to hear that. Our animals come to mean so much to us don't they.
Jen - thank you!
Sue, thanks for the hugs, we need them.
Ethel, thank you.
Mel - yes, she is isn't she? Can't talk in the past tense yet.
Joanne, yes they do. They are family.
Hugs.
Hugs from me as well. I agree with what everyone else has already said.
Oh no! Poor Cleo. I lost a gorgeous feisty cat (Thomas O'Malley was his name)when he was run over by a car right in front of me. Losing a beloved pet is hard at any time; to lose it tragically is very hard to bear. My sincere condolences. And HRH Theodora sends some loving purrs and miaaouws of sympathy to you.
Judy, South Africa
V - thank you.
Pierre, thanks so much.
Judy - oh my goodness, I can't imagine how awful that must have been. You poor thing. And big stroke to HRH Theodora.
She's really lovely - and what a privilege to have been adopted by her! I hope you'll continue to feel her love and companionship with you. Hugs.
My mother had cats all her life. They all died in their turn and my first experiences of death are all tied up with cats. As I got older and got more involved with the creatures the sense of loss got greater and greater. The one I remember the most was the death of Tigger, the scardiest cat in the world and my all-time favourite. By this time I’d moved out of the house and I recall my dad calling me up to tell me the cat was dead. You’d think it was my brother that had been run down. It was all, “Are you sitting down? I’ve got some bad news.” (Those weren’t his exact words but that was the general sentiment.) So I can understand completely. My mother’s cats were all strays and what got me was that no sooner did one die that within a few weeks another would find its way to our door and get himself adopted. I’m dreading the day when our cockatiel keels over. He’s fifteen just now so he’s at the top end of the average lifespan but he could last another five years. If you’d ever suggested to me that I my life could have become bound up with a few ounces of squawks and feathers I would never have believed you but the wee bugger really has managed to worm his way into our affections.
Olga, thank you, I think we will.
Jim, thank you for sharing that, that is so interesting that cats were your first experiences of death. I realised the other day that because we weren't allowed to have pets as a child, I never had that experience, this is the first time. (Now my mother has cats and so do my father and stepmother). I can believe that another cat would turn up... your parents' home clearly had a great reputation in the neighborhood. And lovely to hear about your cockatiel, I assume he wouldn't cohabit well with a cat, he sounds wonderful!
Really sorry for your loss, Tania.
So sad for you Tania, to lose a dear friend, but Cleo's a star in the firmament now - look up and she'll surely wink at you.
Tom, thank you. I hope Mozzer is doing well.
Cath, thank you, that's really lovely.
That's a beautiful photograph of her... hope you're doing OK, xxx
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