This is Deeley, and she was The Best Cat. For 14 years she was my best friend, and then on 20th July she was hit by a car just outside our house and suddenly I was stroking her side and sobbing as she took a last few breaths.
It is very quiet around here without her loud meows and chirrups, and a bit cold too without her sleeping on our bed, always rolling in so close she nearly pushed me out of it.
Many years ago I had the idea to get a little black cat tattoo - in fact I planned to do it on my 30th birthday, but then I was 8 1/2 months pregnant at the time - but I never got around to it. The day after Deeley died, I went to a very nice, friendly tattoo parlour called Painted People and made my appointment.
So now I have a little reminder of her on my left shoulder, just under my collarbone. I'm pleased with it, of course, but I'd rather have Deeley back. Her ashes are in a little wooden box on the sitting room windowsill, in a sunbeam where she liked to sleep. She was The Best Cat.
I was so sorry to hear the news about Deeley and can all too easily understand how tough it must be without him. Cats are such a key part of our family as well and they seem to fit effortlessly into everything we do around the home. I hope the sense of loss lifts in time.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Me too, she really was a big part of our family.
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