''Who's a Gorgeous Girl Then?
You’re sleeping fitfully, hunched up on the nest of tinsel, the one I have placed by the radiator this year. You seek the warmth. This is your special Christmas nest. You always were our Christmas cat. How many times did you climb the tree over the years and topple it over? How many baubles have you patted vigorously, watching them swing from the branches until they came away? How many did you chase all over the room, gleefully? How many strands of thick tinsel did you rush into head first and try to hide in? You are a special Christmas cat. You loved it when we decorated the room. You didn't want to play this year though.
We had a rough few days, didn’t we? Your body is hunched up in pain. You don't want food, you aren't drinking water. You sit close to the radiators for warmth. It's been an awful few days...more so for you than me. We can't fix what's wrong anymore and you deserve more than this life of sickness. It is why we've decided to make today your last day. And it is with immense sadness that I will say goodbye to you at 6.30pm.
Remember 14 years ago when we took you from the foster home you had, with the Cat's Protection League? You were a beautifully marked Tortoiseshell kitten...a gorgeous girl. I didn't want a Tortie I muttered, thinking their markings weren't for me, but you, with your soft Persil white chest, legs and face, your black Umbro shoulder stipes/diamonds, your patches of ginger (your fur was as soft and as fine as down..not coarse at all) and your big round green eyes, beautiful eyes, were an extremely pretty cat. You were the tiger who'd been put in the hot wash we said. Everyone remarked on your beauty. You were eight weeks old and already affectionately named Princess by your foster Mum and Dad because of the way you ruled the roost. Their dogs did your bidding and you skipped around as if you owned the place...and you were so small and light. You didn't want to be picked up or cuddled, and struggled as the children peered at you in your box on the back seat of the car. You miowed all the way home. You fell asleep in your box and the next morning a fluffy creature woke us early, demanding food. You came into our lives with such personality...and with such love.
For all your shenanigans – all the times you climbed the curtains, knocked over a vase of flowers, eye-balled the goldfish, strolled across my keyboard as I typed or stole the chicken breast off my plate, sat on my prize plants, brought in live mice to play with, slept in the middle of my bed so I had to position my body around you at night....for all the times you turned your nose up at the treats, the expensive cat foods I purchased for you, for all the times you ignored me or scowled at me, or padded all over my paper as I tried to read, or left muddy paw prints on my car windscreen, seeking out a warm engine to sit on, or insisted I acknowledge you as you burst in to the loo to head-butt my legs and purr at me as I sat on the lav, perched on my shoulders, coughed up hair-balls on the rug, snuggled on to my lap just as I was about to get up, or woke me up at 5am to say hello – I will miss you deeply.
Thank you, furry friend for always coming to find me when you heard me crying. No one understands me the way you do. We spent some nights together talking, didn't we? You blinked as I cried, but you never left my side. You just knew it was a good time to stick around and keep me company. We'd eventually fall asleep together on the sofa. You will take with you all my stories and secrets. Thank you for being my confidant all these years.
Thank you always forgiving me when I yelled at you.
Thank you for snoozing on the chair and keeping me company in the kitchen while I made sandwiches. You knew I’d always give you scraps of meat or tuna..
Thank you for being so kind to my children. We called you Nanny Cat, didn't we? You always waited for them to come home from school...got up from your sunny spot in the garden when you heard them chattering down the road. You knew the sound of my car engine coming up the road and would sit by the front door to greet me. You always got up to say hello when we returned from journeys out and were so happy to see us. You purred like a road drill. You watched my children grow as you turned into a mature cat. You were such a friendly girl..You knew when the children were ill and you kept guard by their bedroom doors, you knew when I was away from them at any time and sought them out, keeping an eye on them until I returned. They knew you were being extra aware and vigilent...staying close by, watching. Those children have grown up now, but adore you still. Your sixth sense was amazing. How did you know so much? How did you pick up on our comings and goings and our moods?
Soon I will pick you up for the last time...and even though you are sick, you will struggle as I place you in the cat basket. The vet's is quite near the road where you were born....where your foster home was. I'll take the same roads back, but we'll stop, at the surgery on the corner. I'll lift you out of your basket, and place you on the table...and the nice man will leave us alone for a few minutes, so I can tell you just how much I love you and how precious you have been to the family these last 14 years. You are family and we love you so much. I'll stroke you and kiss your head...I'll whisper in your ear about how gorgeous you are, how much we all care for you and how much we'll miss you and then I'll cry. I know I'll cry for days to come. Christmas will never be the same.
Good bye, old girl. Today (Thursday 17th December 2009) is your last day with us. I love you and will miss you so very, very much''
Now that made me cry....
south yorkshire
Usa
Sorry for your loss 
