I arrive home to a small scale tragedy. But don't you be expressing sympathy...I'd much rather you laugh at my girlish sentimentality.
I write this blog with one hand...completely against my resolution to learn to type properly. But it's ok because the cat is lying on my other hand and I don't want to disturb him in case he is sick on my new jumper. I've already had to clean up after him twice today.
When I left for India I had a large, healthy pet. I return to a bag of bones that I'm a little afraid to pick up.
Buttons, I know we always joked that you were fat but cat anorexia is going too far. What you need is a delicious rabbit. I'm sure it'll perk you right up. I know the doctor says rice, eggs and tablets but that diet would make me sick too. I know...I was just on the same one (just with some additional curry).
Anyway, I write this blog to celebrate the only one of my pets to live a good long life. Before Buttons my track record included the school hamster dying on my watch, within a couple of days of arriving at my house. Needless to say this catastrophy scarred me for life. There was also a frozen rabbit and a dog that my sister couldn't be in the same room as.
But to the point. This evening is goodbye. Dignitas for cats time. Gulp. So we are spending some quality time together. My hand is going numb.
We're weird about pets aren't we? How ridiculous to love an animal. But you know you all cried at Marley and Me, so don't judge me, yeah!!
So a small obituary (having never read an obituary I don't really know how these things are supposed to go):
Buttons lived 15 years and was a loving and loved member of the family, except at beginning when he scratched everyone that came near. He was intelligent though, so soon stopped once he realised where the Whiskers was coming from. An unparalleled huntsman, he regularly made his family gifts of rabbits, mice, frogs and even a bat once. Even though we were disgusted we were grateful.
Tremendously loyal, he and his late brother Marbles regularly took the blame when I ate all the grapes. Their quick thinking in jumping onto the table and sniffing at the empty fruit bowl when Mum came in was perfect timing. Thanks.
Full of sass, a treasured memory is of Nanna's dog banging its head on the patio doors trying to reach him. I swear he rolled his eyes and muttered "stupid dog." I know because I could speak Cat at the time.
Buttons will leave behind a family deeply saddened by his loss, though somewhat relieved they don't have to wash wee out of the carpet anymore.
How was that? I sense you wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. Now I must go...Buttons wants a cuddle. Do you think maybe he was just pining for me and now that I'm back the vet will tell us he'll be fine? I wouldn't be surprised to be honest...
I write this blog with one hand...completely against my resolution to learn to type properly. But it's ok because the cat is lying on my other hand and I don't want to disturb him in case he is sick on my new jumper. I've already had to clean up after him twice today.
When I left for India I had a large, healthy pet. I return to a bag of bones that I'm a little afraid to pick up.
Buttons, I know we always joked that you were fat but cat anorexia is going too far. What you need is a delicious rabbit. I'm sure it'll perk you right up. I know the doctor says rice, eggs and tablets but that diet would make me sick too. I know...I was just on the same one (just with some additional curry).
Anyway, I write this blog to celebrate the only one of my pets to live a good long life. Before Buttons my track record included the school hamster dying on my watch, within a couple of days of arriving at my house. Needless to say this catastrophy scarred me for life. There was also a frozen rabbit and a dog that my sister couldn't be in the same room as.
But to the point. This evening is goodbye. Dignitas for cats time. Gulp. So we are spending some quality time together. My hand is going numb.
We're weird about pets aren't we? How ridiculous to love an animal. But you know you all cried at Marley and Me, so don't judge me, yeah!!
So a small obituary (having never read an obituary I don't really know how these things are supposed to go):
Buttons lived 15 years and was a loving and loved member of the family, except at beginning when he scratched everyone that came near. He was intelligent though, so soon stopped once he realised where the Whiskers was coming from. An unparalleled huntsman, he regularly made his family gifts of rabbits, mice, frogs and even a bat once. Even though we were disgusted we were grateful.
Tremendously loyal, he and his late brother Marbles regularly took the blame when I ate all the grapes. Their quick thinking in jumping onto the table and sniffing at the empty fruit bowl when Mum came in was perfect timing. Thanks.
Full of sass, a treasured memory is of Nanna's dog banging its head on the patio doors trying to reach him. I swear he rolled his eyes and muttered "stupid dog." I know because I could speak Cat at the time.
Buttons will leave behind a family deeply saddened by his loss, though somewhat relieved they don't have to wash wee out of the carpet anymore.
How was that? I sense you wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. Now I must go...Buttons wants a cuddle. Do you think maybe he was just pining for me and now that I'm back the vet will tell us he'll be fine? I wouldn't be surprised to be honest...
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