On Monday, 15th I was in the shower when my husband came in and said he had some bad news for me.....The lady accross the road just knocked on the door to tell us one of our cats had just been hit by a car...It was my Misty, in the minutes, hours, days that have followed I have felt my heart been torn in two..The first three days have been filled with tears and not just rolling down the face tears, very emotional tears as I haven't been able to believe my girl is gone...Yesterday was probably my best day if you can call it that, and I didn't cry all day until the afternoon and the memories of the 15th became fresh in my mind once again...Today has been really good as I got to make her part of the garden in memorie with flowers etc....I feel good in myself that I now have a special place that is hers and for me to see ever day like she is still here with me....I miss her so much and I'm trying to come to terms with the "yes she is gone" but its hard, I feel guilty that I'm not crying as much and that maybe I don't care anymore but I do....She was the best cat you could ever own, everyone loved her we got her eight years ago she was born on December 1st, 1995...we had no kids than and she was my baby. We traveled around to different towns over the years she even did two 15 hour road trips sitting behind us in the car.....We finally made our home here and have been here for 6 years now....I know all her favouite sleeping places and often go around seeing if she's there in hope it was all a bad dream...But its not and no she isn't there I was lucky not to see her after the accident and my husband had picked her up, I never did see her that morning as my husband let them out for the day so I hold on to memories I have inside and those photo's that I wish I had more of, I guess you never can have enough do you....So as the days and weeks go on without my little girl, I guess I can watch her garden grow as if its her growing along side of me and just remember all those times I did have with her and be glad that I had the chance of knowing and loving the best cat, My Misty Mountain....I will love you forever....

Misty ~ 1.12.1995 to 15.12.2003

Misty's Mom:
You did have a special cat -- wow 15 hours in the car!!! And she's gorgeous!!!!!!!!
I know she is frolicking at the bridge now, with occassional visits to the special place you have made for her.

Try not to feel guilty about crying less. The time comes for each of us, that day where we cry less. And it doesn't mean you love or miss them less. But unfortunately, we do have to carry on without them.

I am very sorry for your loss. It sounds like you are taking care of yourself, so continue to do the same.

Love,
Jennifer

I'm really missing my Misty tonight, to know that she won't be here to celebrate christmas day with us...I was sitting out the back under the pergola this afternoon thinking about her and how she just always knew I was out there and would come around the corner and come straight over to me for a pat....than out of the corner of my eye I see My Misty walking around the corner, but than realised it was the Kitten, but it was just a blow out to think of that and next the kitten does the same thing she always did....I think our other two cats are really missing her and seem to be always together and never far from the house, I wonder if they are afraid of being taken too???

I love you Misty, I wish so much that you didn't have to go so soon, but I guess it was your time....and one day we will met again.....Merry Christmas my Misty Mountain, I will love you always....

Mummy......

Maybe Misty sent her not wanting you to sit on your own.

Tomorrow is going to be hard but it’s a spiritual day so maybe if we all look on it as a time to pray, make it a day for memorialising our departed loved ones human as well as furry, maybe even go to church in the morning, those of us that don’t normally.

I guess well all handle tomorrow differently just deal with it one minute at a time.

Love Sue

Caroline,

It does seem to come in waves-- sometimes you feel like your heart will burst missing them, then it returns to a dull yearning...

I've heard Saki or Electra twice this morning (and I've only been up an hour). Funny that I can't tell who it is -- they had such different voices... But it is a muffled cry, only half here, and I can't tell who it is...

I hope you find joy tomorrow.

Love,
Jennifer

So I've made it through christmas, wishing she was with me, having a prawn or two like she always did, but than again maybe she was....its getting to the stage now its hard to imagine I every had her, I haven't forgotten the little things but things are so different without her around, I think about her everyday and look at her garden as well, and hope that I get to hear or see her just for a little reminder that she is about...

I love you MIsty
Caroline....