Thank you
i have been reading, just wasnt quite up to responding
Scarf
this did make me smile Sue
Thank you Gill, i might save that for abit further down the line to read, i feel like an exposed nerve right now
Thank you Tigerlily for sharing the rest of the poem
thank you Slugsta, Nicola, Dawn, Sootyca. it helps to be able to be able to share this
Someone asked of me recently if I'd known that I would only have a year, two years, three years with any of the cats who'd graced my life, would I have walked past them and chosen differently, or turned them away from my heart. I scarcely had to consider my answer, which was a resounding No. Nor do I believe you would choose to have walked away from Neko.
You will miss Neko. His absence will be a huge hole in your life. But you will honour him too, and you will keep his memories safe, and that will have made his life - however short - worthwhile.
Im sorry you had such a short time with some of your furry family Sue
you are so right Sue, never, I will always feel lucky to have known him.
Our vet said on friday that he had done really well- 3 years since his kidneys were diagnosed and that they hadnt expected him to make it through the seizures.
I know we did everything we could for him. Our entire life has been arranged around his needs, His requirements were a must when we looked at houses. we have never not done anything the vet has suggested. if anything, our other cats were a bit squashed by him
I know he had a good life, there was always so much joy in his face and i dont think cats really have a concept of a "long" life or a "short" life. I am sure he knew how much I loved him and I know he loved me.
Friday was horrible but he made it without any pain i think. he was going downhill though, just staring into his water sometimes.
We took him ourselves to a local pet crematorium friday afternoon- they only do individual cremations and because of their size we could have him back yesterday. I didnt want to leave him anywhere and i had promised him he wouldnt have to go to the vets or in the carrier again.
Hes now home again and i feel better for that. The lady at the crematorium was lovely and let me ramble on for ages telling stories about him.
It still hasn't really hit me yet and I cant think about friday morning or lunchtime. or his last few days really.
I just miss him so much, he was also so happy to see me. He used to leap at me when I first came home and id have to catch him at chest height (if you didnt he'd drag himself up to my shoulder) and then hed rub his head all over my head and shoulders, purring and rolling over. Just the sight of him always made me smile, or more often laugh. coming home from work tomorrow is going to be very upsetting i think. I cant think about all the "never agains"