Dear Rocky's mom,
I'm so sorry that you lost little Rocky, I understand the pain. My little Buddy has been missing for just under a month and I've tried absolutely everything to find him and I just haven't. Through my posters and leaflets I got about 15 possible call outs but everytime it was a different cat. Walking around calling his name with a bag full of posters, carrying the cat box, stopping people in the street pleading if they cold look out for him.
What you wrote about the garden really touched me. My Buddy loved the back garden, he has his own special 'director's style' chair and he would sit for hours and hours in it, looking at the birds in the trees and chattering his teeth at passing pigeons and sparrows. When it became dark I used to bring his chair in with him still in it!
He would jump into his chair ever before I had put it on the ground. In the winter his chair was inside. We would stand by the back door, looking out upon the cold of winter and I would say to him, 'Don't worry Buddy, summer will come'. Summer has come but Buddy is not here sitting in his beloved chair. I hate summer now. His chair is still here, waiting for him to pounce into, smiling at the warm rays of sunshine and the look on his face of 'everything is alright in the world'.
I live alone with Buddy so my photo gallery on the wall is just pictures of Buddy and me, I have no other family. There is one picture I took of him sitting on top of the fridge and the angle is of him looking down towards me and as I sit at this computer, it is like he is looking right a me and all I can do now is tell him how sorry I am that I couldn't find him, I miss him so much.
If I never get to be reunited with Buddy here on earth, I hope that he, Rocky and all the beloved other little ones are all playing at the Bridge, free from pain or fear.
Rocky sounds like an amazing little boy, and I am sure you were the best mother he could ever of wished for.
Take Care,
Miriam