Goodbye Doris Cat

Doris came to me wild, skitchy and easily startled. But always curious. Bright eyed and bold before becoming a blur of claw and fur. Doris (like many of her siblings) has a cutely tiny head for her body, an adorable overbite and the floofiest of tails. Her fine, soft fur caused even the mildly allergic to break into a sneezing fit. Not to mention the great hanks of fur when she moulted, it looked like someone had destroyed a bag of cotton balls! I will miss that mess so much.

Doris learned new tricks. She came closer, she allowed pats, she fell in love with my Mum. She danced over Mums lap, begging for pats and repeatedly knocking Mums glasses with her bushy tail.  She got closer and closer to me on the bed. Until one day she offered her belly for rubs and air bicycled with a all four legs. Even slapping my face with her paw when I stopped! I’ve decided that that’s how I’ll remember her. Brave and beautiful and purring like a train.

I refuse to remember her as she was today. Head bowed, using her whole body to take each breath and so tired. I will erase the memory of the kindest most caring and thoughtful vet who came to our home to administer pain relief and final release from this world.

So thank you Doris – for coming, for choosing me, for sharing your wonderful spirit. I have had 13 years of joy with you Doris and that’s why it’s so hard say goodbye to your sweet face.

And now my trio of cats has become a single. I’d best go hug him, my Mr Pyjamas cat.  And cry into his fur as we allow the loss that is heavy in the air to settle. Goodnight Doris xxxx