Well, who would have thought that it would take something like this to stir me out of my blogging block and inspire me to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) again.
I'm very sad to say my 17 year old cat died in her sleep, and we found her looking very peaceful under a bed yesterday.
She had a good long life, but it is still incredibly sad when someone you have shared your life with dies.
She's been with me longer than my husband and my son, was with me for the death of my father, brother and last husband, moved house multiple times, and has always been there for me. After my last husband died and I was single she slept on my bed every night curled up next to me. When I remarried, she returned to sleeping in her basket next to the bed. I hope she knows what a comfort she was to me in my loneliness.
Its very hard explaining to a 4 year old, why a someone that has always been a part of his life won't wake up, and the other two cats are a little confused wondering where the cranky queen of the house is.
We will all miss our silent, peaceful, dignified companion.
Well, she's off to the crematorium and in a week or so will be back home.
RIP Silver Premier of Premiers Sardross Cordon Bleu - or, as we lovingly know her, Stilton, the best British Blue in the world.
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