Today I had the misfortune of finding my beloved cat Charlie dead. Yep, it was a shock to my soul. There she was, laying peacefully, almost like she was about to jump but so obviously and irretrievably dead.
How the hell can this be happening?
Charlie was a rescue, I was told she was brain damaged. She certainly acted it. I had to have her. I guess I saved her from a vets office death right there. I named her Charlotte but she was always called Charlie.
We were friends, she used to sit atop my shoulder whilst I cleaned and cooked – my neighbors dubbed her pirate cat. She hated people and hid while I has visitors, jumping out with a chain of loud meows once they left.
She loved to hide in my wardrobe, would’ve stayed in there forever if I let her. Once I’d kicked her out of the wardrobe she learnt to open my saucepan cupboard and slept in there!
There was no signs that she would leave us.I made her funerary arrangements and took her to the vets, so I might have her back in an urn.
I understood her quirks. I loved her. I spent 11 lovely years in her company. She spared me hard decisions in a vets office. But today the Ask three became two.

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Oh, I’m sorry. This made me upset very much for you.
It’s been so long but there is not a day where I do not miss her. I am so glad she chose to share her life with me