This time last year I was inconsolable. This day last year we buried my beloved cat Cinnamon after half a year of kidney failure. I was bereft, not only had I not got my precious cat any more, but I had no cat at all, and I felt like I had betrayed her because I had to have her put to sleep which felt like murder, but also guilty if I had hung onto her for too long.
And Pebble, who has been my beloved kitty since August, has been particularly loving and attentive today. It’s as if she knows. Maybe she does, somehow. At least, I’m sure she can sense that I feel sad and in special need of her.
She has been super cuddly, followed me round even more than usual and has entertained me by playing cutely with string, her favourite toy.
Cats are great, I wouldn’t be without one🙂
For more about Cinnamon click the Cats tab, I did a long post about her a while back.