On Sunday one of my beloved British Blue Shorthairs, Jackson, passed away after a short and unexpected illness. I feel as if my heart has been torn out and burying him yesterday, in a sunny spot in my garden, was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I just did not want to close the box, as then I knew I could never touch him again or look upon his sweet face. He just looked as if he were sleeping and I fully expected him to wake up at any moment and gaze at me with his lovely big amber eyes.
I know time is a great healer, but just now I feel lost, desolate and all I do is think about my baby Jack and how I was not there for him in his last moments ( he died on the vets operating table ). I have placed a copy of Rainbow Bridge and Little Ghost Cat in with Jack along with a special letter from me and a guardian angel to help him pass over safely.
I am truly blessed in that I have Jack's mum Tia and his uncle Tyler still to comfort me, but they too need comforting as their little pal has gone.
Life is very cruel and sometimes I just can't figure it out - Jack was only 7½ years old and I was expecting him to live a long and happy life.
I never knew I had so many tears either - they seem never ending. He will live on in my heart and soul and I can only wait until I cross the Rainbow Bridge with him to Heaven.
Love to all our feline loving friends out there and their beloved companions.
Margie xx