That week was a horrible one, as I said goodbye to my constant companion of 10 years. I didn't sleep so I could stay awake and pet him, and I cried all day at work and all night at home. The grief was so overwhelming I wondered if I would ever stop crying. Darren was much stronger - he offered to be in the room when Figgy was put to sleep because I couldn't bear to see Figgy lifeless. He handled all of he arrangements, and I know it took a toll on him. We buried him in my brother and sister-in-law's back yard near where their cat was buried. We like to think that they are playing together somewhere....
It helped to move across the world, and not be in a house where I could see Figgy everywhere. I've dreamt about him a lot too, which has been really nice, and there are still mornings where I swear I can hear him purring like he used to do to wake me up.
Because I still miss him, here are some pictures to celebrate the years I had with him:
5 comments:
Oh how sad, I am sorry. We always had cats, and we always seemed to have 3. As one would pass another would arrive on the doorstep. I feel your pain as we had to have two of ours cats 'put down' together. Pudsey has feline AIDS, and Teasle lost the use of his legs. Sad times but they give you so much joy and happy memories.
Your pictures are brilliant, I love the one of the 'lion cut', I didnt even know that was a real thing!!
Oh, the Figster was such a cutie. I always liked his laid back attitude.
R.I.P., little Figgy. There are endless toy mice in cat heaven.
I certainly relate to what you were saying. It's great that you're having dreams of him. He's still with you.
Thanks everyone. :)
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