I found this forum by surprise, and have spent a couple of days having a read of it, and seeing how lovely everyone is.
Sadly, I have a story of my own to add, which came all too soon and which broke my heart.
We had two cats we adopted 28th Sept 2006, a little girl called Rodriguez and a boy called Gomez. Both of them were lovely, had wonderful personalities, and were our little buddies.
Gomezcat is still with us, but sadly, and horribly, last Monday my little Rogergirl didn't come in for her dinner. I had been out until about 7pm and came in to start dinner. We;d been on holiday and I had only just gone and picked both of them up that morning. Both of them were so happy to see us and be home, and it was lovely to see them and fuss them.
I saw her through the kitchen window sitting on our car looking like her usual naughty self. Although it was getting dark, I figured I'd finish dinner and then get her in. When I went back to the window about half an hour later, she was gone, and that was the last time I saw her alive.
I spent all evening until just after midnight walking round the neighbourhood looking for her. I called and called, as she was never a cat to go far, and I got myself sick with worry. I didn't hardly sleep that night, and in the morning I got up at seven and went looking again. I asked our neighbours to keep a look out in case she'd got stuck somewhere, and when someone knocked on the door about an hour later, my heart did a little flip as at first I thought she'd be ok.
It was our neighbour opposite, who I have never met before, and she said she thought Rogercat was asleep under her car. I ran over to see, and immediately I knew. I reached down to touch her, but she was cold and gone
. She'd been run over sometime in the night, and had died. I think she must have been hit quite soon after I last saw her, as she'd been there all night. I felt sick having to pick her up like that - she looked ok, but she wasn't my loving lovely little Roger any more, and I cried and cried and cried all day with my boyfriend. If only I'd crossed over I'd have seen her, as the neighbours drive had bushes round it, and I couldn't see past them. I wish I'd brought her in when I saw her first, and waited five more minutes for dinner instead. She's been buried in our garden, and to honour her and make her spot pretty I have bought some tulip bulbs and a little earthenware tub with daffodils in for spring, when they'll look sunny and lovely as they flower.
My boy Gomez lives for the outdoors, but he never goes near the road really. He likes to play in the fields at the back of our house, but he stays out so late having fun that sometimes in our house it's like having no cats
. I think he missed her for a little while, but I miss her not being in to cuddle. She was so affectionate and loving, and would always be at the door when we got in from work, and would sleep at the end of the bed on a blanket. I am getting used to it now but it's still a bit odd waking up and not seeing her there, or having her mieow for her breakfast. Gomez is a lovely cat, but he's not cuddly like she was, and lives for being independent and adventurous. Hes on my lap at the moment getting fussed, but he gets easily put off and suddenly decides he doesn't like it, so he'll jump off. I'm not sure why I posted this, although I know you will all understand and let me carry on. I would like a new baby someday, and even though it was only recent I feel like I could be ready soonish. But then I also have moments where I feel heartless, because surely I should be honouring her memory better than that, and surely I should be giving loads of love to Gomez, when he comes in???
Here is a picture of both of them anyway. She was my little monkey, she's the one at the back, and Gomez is the one at the front. I feel bad for him because I'm trying to turn him into something he isn't, and also because I wouldn't ever want him to feel pushed aside or upset if we got a new playmate for him...I have moments of being heartbroken and angry because she was taken away, and moments of laughing at memories of silly things she did.
RIP little girl, we loved you so much. We're sorry we couldn't be there at the end to stroke you and make you feel better, but we hope you can hear us now and know how much you're missed and loved. ******