HEARTACHE LIKE NEVER BEFORE
Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2015 10:37 am
Hi Everyone.
Its been a while since I've been on here after losing my 12 year old cat Boo back in 2011, she was killed on the road which was devastating and we then had to say goodbye to our gorgeous Barney who was almost 11 back in Feb 2013 after a 6 month illness, I almost had a nervous breakdown it was that stressful as he suffered with seizures from liver disease. My story this time starts back in May last year when a stray entire ginger and white male turned up, he was so nervous of humans you just could not get close to him at all, I took his picture and tried to find an owner on FB, animal search uk, vets, shops etc but to no avail so I started to feed him and he started to hang around a bit more, we made a bed in our garden and he slowly started to get used to us. I knew I would have to trap him at some point to get him neutered as he had started to spray and got into a couple of fights where he came off worse as he was such a small cat and very timid. I caught him after about two weeks of feeding him in the trap and got him neutered, wormed etc and he settled down very quickly, we called him Rocky. He then started to come in the house and to eat in the kitchen but if you tried to touch him, no chance, he would bolt. I knew he had never been in a house because everything was knew and he was very young, only about a year old. I sat in our cabin in the garden with the door open for hours at night in the winter so try and get him used to me as I wanted him to come in and join the gang but you could never shut the door as he was so scared of not being able to escape, many nights we got quite cold in our house when he eventually decided he would quite like to sit in the doorway. My big breakthrough came about 3 months ago when I managed to stroke him and we really started to bond, he came in much more, started laying in front of the fire and we were finally able to close the door and he felt safe. In the last month he had started to sit on the chair with me and I could stroke him all the time, he was a very special gentle cat who loved life and loved to play, so bouncy and full of energy. He loved my cat Poppy who is 13 and she slowly accepted him and they even started to lay on the chair together. Tragically on Weds night he was killed on the road and I am bereft. I have been through the rollercoaster of grief twice now but this time I feel lost and empty. I feel like he was taken from me way too early as we had really started to get close. He really trusted me and I loved him to bits. I can't believe the impact that gorgeous little cat had on me in such a short space of time and I cannot seem to get my head round the fact that I will never see him again, my heart aches constantly and I am very tearful. When we brought him into the garden that dreadful night we laid him on the grass and as we were saying goodbye a white feather appeared beside him and my OH who doesn't believe in the white feather message said as he stroked him his hand got very hot and it stayed hot for a while, I wondered whether it could of been his soul leaving his body, I wonder if he waited for us to be around him in the garden he loved before he went to the bridge. Why do these terrible things happen, I just don't understand it and I am heartbroken.
Its been a while since I've been on here after losing my 12 year old cat Boo back in 2011, she was killed on the road which was devastating and we then had to say goodbye to our gorgeous Barney who was almost 11 back in Feb 2013 after a 6 month illness, I almost had a nervous breakdown it was that stressful as he suffered with seizures from liver disease. My story this time starts back in May last year when a stray entire ginger and white male turned up, he was so nervous of humans you just could not get close to him at all, I took his picture and tried to find an owner on FB, animal search uk, vets, shops etc but to no avail so I started to feed him and he started to hang around a bit more, we made a bed in our garden and he slowly started to get used to us. I knew I would have to trap him at some point to get him neutered as he had started to spray and got into a couple of fights where he came off worse as he was such a small cat and very timid. I caught him after about two weeks of feeding him in the trap and got him neutered, wormed etc and he settled down very quickly, we called him Rocky. He then started to come in the house and to eat in the kitchen but if you tried to touch him, no chance, he would bolt. I knew he had never been in a house because everything was knew and he was very young, only about a year old. I sat in our cabin in the garden with the door open for hours at night in the winter so try and get him used to me as I wanted him to come in and join the gang but you could never shut the door as he was so scared of not being able to escape, many nights we got quite cold in our house when he eventually decided he would quite like to sit in the doorway. My big breakthrough came about 3 months ago when I managed to stroke him and we really started to bond, he came in much more, started laying in front of the fire and we were finally able to close the door and he felt safe. In the last month he had started to sit on the chair with me and I could stroke him all the time, he was a very special gentle cat who loved life and loved to play, so bouncy and full of energy. He loved my cat Poppy who is 13 and she slowly accepted him and they even started to lay on the chair together. Tragically on Weds night he was killed on the road and I am bereft. I have been through the rollercoaster of grief twice now but this time I feel lost and empty. I feel like he was taken from me way too early as we had really started to get close. He really trusted me and I loved him to bits. I can't believe the impact that gorgeous little cat had on me in such a short space of time and I cannot seem to get my head round the fact that I will never see him again, my heart aches constantly and I am very tearful. When we brought him into the garden that dreadful night we laid him on the grass and as we were saying goodbye a white feather appeared beside him and my OH who doesn't believe in the white feather message said as he stroked him his hand got very hot and it stayed hot for a while, I wondered whether it could of been his soul leaving his body, I wonder if he waited for us to be around him in the garden he loved before he went to the bridge. Why do these terrible things happen, I just don't understand it and I am heartbroken.