On Friday afternoon I received a garbled tearful phone call from Mrs W. Could I come straight home, Salem was dead.I raced home to find her and the youngest L'il Wurzel in tears. Salem, the family cat, had indeed died, just a day or so before her first birthday. We've no idea what happened, a neighbour found her dead outside their back gate. She appears to have simply died on the spot, her body frozen in a walking pose. No apparent injuries, no cuts, no blood, eyes open. I've read of cats simply dropping dead on the spot due to some sort of heart defect (one to the extent of jumping from one chair to another and dying in mid air) and really hope it was something similarly quick so that she didn't suffer in any way.
It's amazing how quickly you can get attached to animals. Anyone sad enough to still be visiting my blog from almost a year ago will recall how reluctant I was to even get a cat . Yet less than a year on I haven't lost a pet but a little friend.
Mrs W was distraught and felt a need to immediately go and get another cat - not as a replacement as nothing ever will, but without Salem the house felt empty. I still can't understand her way of thinking - whilst I still wake up expecting a little black face to nuzzle into mine a new pet in the house seems just too soon. But with the little Wurzels on her side off they went and now we have not one but 2 new kittens, little white boy twins. As yet no definite names, I'm sure there'll be photos to post later.
Just as I did with Salem I'm sure I'll grow fond of them but at the moment I still miss my little mate.
Really sorry to hear of your tragic loss. You did the right thing by getting 2 new kittens though.
ReplyDeleteHenry is our 4th Retriever - each time we lose one, we say `no more` but after a while we get another one - the longest we`ve managed to be without is about three weeks!
My condolences on the passing of your pussy.