Mr Darcy's StoryI really have no appropriate words. At least not ones that could possible convey what an amazing character Mr Darcy was.
In 2000 I was attending a riding school. One afternoon the lady there asked if I would like to see her kittens. I said "no thankyou" as 5 years earlier I had lost a black and white kitten called Jack, that I had hand reared. He was knocked over by a car aged 5 months old.
However I was taken to this large shed and the doors were flung open. I would say, about 40 cats and kittens, shot in every which direction to hide and a wall of stench hit me. I thought, "well thats great, I won't get to see any kittens now". Then I became aware of a loud mewing. I looked down, and at my feet was a tiny 4 week old kitten, clinging to the bottom of my jeans, looking up at me and meowing. The lady told me to pick him up and I refused. The last thing I wanted was to fall in love. The boyfriend I was with at the time, bent and picked the kitten up and eventually I held him too. He had a terrible snotty nose and weepy eyes. I told the lady that he needed to see the vet. It became apparent she wouldn't be doing that. I asked if I could take him and she said that he and his brother were too young to leave their mum.
2 weeks later we went back and by chance I took my cat basket with me. I went to the shed after my riding lesson and found Mr Darcy playing outside in the sunshine. He looked very poorly indeed. I asked the lady where his brother was and she told me that he had died. I said "ooh he must be 8 weeks now, we could take him today". The woman went "oh yes" and agreed. He was in fact, only 6 weeks old. I got the carrier out of the car and popped it on the floor to pay her the princely sum of £15 for him. As I was paying, Mr Darcy just climbed in the open carrier and settled down. My mum always said, he chose me and he was determined he was coming home.
We went straght to the vets and got him sorted and over the next few weeks he came on in leaps and bounds. He would come everywhere with us in the car. We would pop him in and he would go straight to the parcel shelf and settle down for the journey. Sometime he would stand on my knee, in the passenger seat, with his paws on the dash board, looking out the front. I will never forget some of the looks from other motorists, especially sat at traffic lights.
Mr Darcy loved to visit and would get very excited about going to someones house.
Once I got another cat and he had a friend we used to leave him at home and he never really seemed to enjoy journeys again after that. He obviously forgot how much fun he used to find them.
Over the next 9 years, the men and friends came and went and Mr Darcy mopped up the inevitable tears. Anytime there was a new addition to the family, Mr Darcy would take responsibilty. He loved kittens and used to make sure they all endured hearty baths.
I remember moving into my first ever house. I was going to be living alone. I had to go to work and left mum unpacking for me. When I got in that evening, as I pulled up outside I saw Mr Darcy sitting on the windowsill, as if he had always lived their, and instantly I felt at ease. Mr Darcy was there so that was home.
Losing Mr Darcy, so quickly and to such an evil disease has knocked every ounce of stuffing out of me. I don't know how I will come back from this and life will never be the same again.
Mr Darcy is an infamous cat. His extraordinarily clumsy ways and human eyes have made him a favourite with many people. The tributes on my Facebook have overwhelmed me. He was eccentric and extraordinary. There is no other way to describe him.
For all the pain I have felt, if you asked me if I would have taken that scrawny kitten home , given the chance to do it all again, I would say a resounding yes. In a heart beat. Mr Darcy has given me so much in my life. The least I could do was let him go peacefully. I will love him eternally. I alwasy said, I wish he would turn into a man, because he was the most perfect gentleman I have ever met. I love you Darcy. May Flights Of Angels Take You To Your Rest.
Mr Darcy June 2000 - 30/07/2009
by Catswhiskas Today at 6:05 pm
.I really have no appropriate words. At least not ones that could possible convey what an amazing character Mr Darcy was.
In 2000 I was attending a riding school. One afternoon the lady there asked if I would like to see her kittens. I said "no thankyou" as 5 years earlier I had lost a black and white kitten called Jack, that I had hand reared. He was knocked over by a car aged 5 months old.
However I was taken to this large shed and the doors were flung open. I would say, about 40 cats and kittens, shot in every which direction to hide and a wall of stench hit me. I thought, "well thats great, I won't get to see any kittens now". Then I became aware of a loud mewing. I looked down, and at my feet was a tiny 4 week old kitten, clinging to the bottom of my jeans, looking up at me and meowing. The lady told me to pick him up and I refused. The last thing I wanted was to fall in love. The boyfriend I was with at the time, bent and picked the kitten up and eventually I held him too. He had a terrible snotty nose and weepy eyes. I told the lady that he needed to see the vet. It became apparent she wouldn't be doing that. I asked if I could take him and she said that he and his brother were too young to leave their mum.
2 weeks later we went back and by chance I took my cat basket with me. I went to the shed after my riding lesson and found Mr Darcy playing outside in the sunshine. He looked very poorly indeed. I asked the lady where his brother was and she told me that he had died. I said "ooh he must be 8 weeks now, we could take him today". The woman went "oh yes" and agreed. He was in fact, only 6 weeks old. I got the carrier out of the car and popped it on the floor to pay her the princely sum of £15 for him. As I was paying, Mr Darcy just climbed in the open carrier and settled down. My mum always said, he chose me and he was determined he was coming home.
We went straght to the vets and got him sorted and over the next few weeks he came on in leaps and bounds. He would come everywhere with us in the car. We would pop him in and he would go straight to the parcel shelf and settle down for the journey. Sometime he would stand on my knee, in the passenger seat, with his paws on the dash board, looking out the front. I will never forget some of the looks from other motorists, especially sat at traffic lights.
Mr Darcy loved to visit and would get very excited about going to someones house.
Once I got another cat and he had a friend we used to leave him at home and he never really seemed to enjoy journeys again after that. He obviously forgot how much fun he used to find them.
Over the next 9 years, the men and friends came and went and Mr Darcy mopped up the inevitable tears. Anytime there was a new addition to the family, Mr Darcy would take responsibilty. He loved kittens and used to make sure they all endured hearty baths.
I remember moving into my first ever house. I was going to be living alone. I had to go to work and left mum unpacking for me. When I got in that evening, as I pulled up outside I saw Mr Darcy sitting on the windowsill, as if he had always lived their, and instantly I felt at ease. Mr Darcy was there so that was home.
Losing Mr Darcy, so quickly and to such an evil disease has knocked every ounce of stuffing out of me. I don't know how I will come back from this and life will never be the same again.
Mr Darcy is an infamous cat. His extraordinarily clumsy ways and human eyes have made him a favourite with many people. The tributes on my Facebook have overwhelmed me. He was eccentric and extraordinary. There is no other way to describe him.
For all the pain I have felt, if you asked me if I would have taken that scrawny kitten home , given the chance to do it all again, I would say a resounding yes. In a heart beat. Mr Darcy has given me so much in my life. The least I could do was let him go peacefully. I will love him eternally. I alwasy said, I wish he would turn into a man, because he was the most perfect gentleman I have ever met. I love you Darcy. May Flights Of Angels Take You To Your Rest.
