Mrs B
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So, when the yard got sold, I kind of had to take over the 3 elderly, semi-feral yard cats. (Long story)
Lost one of the 2 older sisters 18 months ago. Her litter mate was bereft.
Then had to say goodbye to her yesterday evening (aged 17) and buried her this morning, alongside her beloved sister in H's paddock.
Now have the one ginger boy, who's marking time very happily at 15, but on painkillers for arthritis. Love him to bits and dread the next call I have to make, for his sake, when they stop working their magic.
Pointless post really, except that I'm still leaking tears and disappointed with myself that I haven't learned how to handle it better after all these years.
Lost one of the 2 older sisters 18 months ago. Her litter mate was bereft.
Then had to say goodbye to her yesterday evening (aged 17) and buried her this morning, alongside her beloved sister in H's paddock.
Now have the one ginger boy, who's marking time very happily at 15, but on painkillers for arthritis. Love him to bits and dread the next call I have to make, for his sake, when they stop working their magic.
Pointless post really, except that I'm still leaking tears and disappointed with myself that I haven't learned how to handle it better after all these years.