Sunday, March 20, 2016

Brock my Broccoli

Yes, the darkness went on.

Brock chewed his back foot so badly. No medicine worked the vet said no operation due to the sugar diabetes he had.
I cleaned 2x daily. Until he hated me and would run when he saw me. The foot would drip blood.
Yet he would still come and sit on my lap when the medicine was out of reach and put both front paws on my chest and just stare into my eyes.
I know he loved me, no cat has ever done that.

It got to the stage where every pet owner knows, it is kind to make the call.
I was the coward and said to Dave pls take him to the vet for the forever night night.
I did not want to know when the day would be. So every morning and night said goodbye and loved him.

I got home one day early, just to find Dave walking in to the house VERY upset with a empty cat basket. No words just crying from both of us.

It is hard, I miss my boy.

Still Here



Nearly a year since my last post. Well it has been very difficult and knowing I had to put it on paper did not make it easier. Here goes.

My dearest Sam, brother of Brock and ginger boy...was killed by a X))#%%$ driver going down our quiet culde sac road. He was always the shyer of the two and took to Dave from day one. Although I was the one asking for a ginger kitten the come home with Sam and his butler brother Brock.
They were no bigger than a tea cup. Loved sitting on daddy`s shoulder, like little broaches.
Sam was the first to run if any strange sound was made or a fast movement would trigger him as well.

I often told him just to chill out and made jokes of a scary cat is a live cat. Well I wish he had run, I wish he had bolted faster than lightning. But he did not.
Dave found his body in the road, in front of our home. I could not look.

We buried him in his blanket in the back yard under a shady tree. A quiet peaceful place. Dave made a cross for him.

I miss my boy.