Feline Funeral
November 21st 2010 21:00
I don’t like morning SMSes. Normally, only Brett SMSes me before 8am and that’s when he is working odd hours. To get an early SMS from anyone else is normally bad news and today was no different: Fred messaged me to tell me one of my ex-neighbour’s cats was put to sleep yesterday and she had asked him to bury her cat in her friend’s garden.
I got in touch with my old neighbour who was, understandably, in tears. I asked if I could come to the funeral and she said yes. As someone who found it hard to talk to those who have lost a loved (human) one, I found I had no problems when it came to consoling someone who had just lost one of her beloved cats. Poor Higgins had been suffering from cancer for months. My neighbour tried every cure possible but in the end, decided it was best to put her poor baby to sleep.
Taking his body home yesterday, she showed it to his brother, Miggins. Miggins looked at the body. “I think he knows he’s gone,” mourned my neighbour. She said Miggins had also been going crazy while Higgins was away at the vet’s: He had been running around constantly. Her comment reminded me of the time Butterscotch went missing. Using almost exactly the same words, Brett had said, “Gingersnap’s going nuts. He keeps staying close to me and sleeping on my head.”
I’m going to give my neighbour lots of hugs and love after the funeral.
Rest in peace, dear Higgins. Maybe he is already playing with Brett’s deceased cat, Snowflake, up in the place he fondly calls Cat Heaven…
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