I don’t usually wear my heart on my sleeve, or on my blog, but this has been a rough couple of weeks… and I know I’m among friends here.
I’ve been absent from the blog because my heart just hasn’t been in doing projects or writing posts.
Recently we had to make the very, very difficult decision to put our 15 year old cat Fluffy to sleep. She had been with us since she was six weeks old, when we adopted her from a Humane Society shelter.
She was a beautiful long haired cat with an elegant air about her, but she also had a sassy side. If I had known what she’d be like when she grew up we would have named her Miss Scarlet… because she reminded me of a southern belle.
Our Miss Fluffy was not a lap cat, but she was very affectionate in her own way. Ever since she was a kitten she loved her belly rubs… and she’d purr up a storm as she curled and rolled.
She was afraid of noises outside, but she went outside anyway. She loved lying under bushes in the gardens… just enjoying the fresh air, and munching on a blade or two (or twenty) of grass.
She would often roll around in the garden soil, looking as happy as a pig in mud, and getting her beautiful long coat all covered with dirt… and not caring in the least. This feline southern belle was not afraid of getting her paws dirty. Sooo like her human mama.
I would laugh at her and say “There’s my pretty girl”, which would only encourage more stretching and rolling.
She was a real scaredy cat… afraid of everyone except John and myself, and she talked to both of us a lot. And even though we have 4 other cats (Leo, Salty, Monkey, and Pixie) the house seems strangely quiet now.
Leo, who is a senior himself, has been looking for Fluffy. He used to annoy her so, and she would often tell him off with a sassy hiss and a harmless swat. I think it was a game they played, and now he seems to miss her.
Our Miss Fluffy had many issues, some stemming back to when she was lost for 7 weeks when she was about 3 years old. We never gave up looking for her and after a sighting at a farm a mile down the road she somehow, miraculously, found her way back home a couple of days later on John’s birthday at the end of October… but she was in a severely malnourished and dehydrated state. We still don’t know how she managed to survive out in the countryside for so long.
It was a miracle to us. She was a very brave scaredy cat.
With the vet’s guidance we nursed her back to health, all the while knowing that there was most likely some kidney and/or bladder damage that would show itself at some point. She had another twelve years… much longer than we expected.
In our heads we know that it was time for us to let her go, but that doesn’t make it any easier on our hearts. In some ways it makes it harder… because we had to make that decision. To say it wasn’t easy is a massive understatement.
But we know that she has found the most beautiful gardens to roll around in up in heaven, as well as some special angels to give her her belly rubs.
She had a very good life, and we were blessed with having her in ours for as long as we did… but we miss our ‘pretty girl’. A lot.
Thanks so much for listening. I appreciate it more than you could ever know.
I hope to be back with a project sometime soon… when I get my mojo back.