kazz
Gold Member
Hi everyone, I just got a phone call from my dad to tell me our cat has died. I am very very upset and have tears running down my face as I type this. My daughter Chloe (6) is completely distraught also. We had him for going on 20 yrs and he was about 6 yrs old when we got him. I realise he was very old, but it still hurts. I cannot imagine going to vist my parents at Christmas and not having Dinky drool all over us (problems with his teeth) He irritated me at times, because you know how cats 'knead' you...well he did it with his claws and it hurt. We often joked that if he was a person, he would be a very distinguished gentleman with a top hat and silver topped cane, and a cigar smoker. He didnt suffer, his heart just gave out. He hasnt been ill, he was just old.
He is to be cremated and I have asked my parents to wait until we come back to Ireland at christmas to scatter his ashes, in our garden. Chloe wants his ashes scattered in her bedroom in my parents house, because he loved being there.
I feel worse than if a person had died...whenever I was down, Dinky was there. When I was on anti depressants, he used to curl up on my lap and just purr away. He used to follow me to the bus stop in the mornings on my way to work and he DID talk to me. I loved that cat so much and he is one of the things I missed most when I moved away.
Poor Dinky...
He is to be cremated and I have asked my parents to wait until we come back to Ireland at christmas to scatter his ashes, in our garden. Chloe wants his ashes scattered in her bedroom in my parents house, because he loved being there.
I feel worse than if a person had died...whenever I was down, Dinky was there. When I was on anti depressants, he used to curl up on my lap and just purr away. He used to follow me to the bus stop in the mornings on my way to work and he DID talk to me. I loved that cat so much and he is one of the things I missed most when I moved away.
Poor Dinky...