“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”
You may have noticed that I haven’t posted any blogs recently, or been online. That’s mainly due to the fact that my beloved cat Cuddles went missing. I last saw him on my birthday, and he went out same as usual for a walk. All week I have been looking for him, putting up posters and sharing on social media.
Sadly after 8 days, I came home to the news that he had been found. He had passed away in the yard of my neighbour,who kindly brought him home to us. To say I am heartbroken is an understatement. But I take comfort in the fact that he lived a very long and happy life.
I had wanted a ginger cat since seeing the film ‘Oliver and Company’, I had my heart set on it, and for months I hinted to my parents. On the day of my Holy Communion, I had a small party at my house, where my Uncle Jim surprised me with a box, and out jumped a tiny little ginger kitten, and I named him Cuddles (the most sensible name a 7-year-old could choose!). Cuddles was my furry best friend. He was playful, beautiful and so very, gentle. He loved me to pieces, any time I was in my room he would sneek upstairs, when I would lay down by the fire to get him to sit, he would only stay there if I did too, and he always showed me great affection. For 20 years, he was a part of my life, an amazing part.
Cuddles was my first real pet that needed my responsibility, besides a fish (which he happened to eat). I loved him with all of my heart, and I don’t think even I realised just how much until hearing the news he was really gone. Some people may see it as an overreaction, over a pet. But he has a part of my heart that cannot be replaced.
So this post is dedicated to him. To my furry best friend for the past 20 years, who showed me that it is impossible to love someone too much, and be loved just as much in return.