Sunday, 4 August 2013

Sad Sunday

Today has not been a good day.  Today we lost our beloved old cat Girlie.  She collapsed this morning with a pulmonary thrombo-embolism.  She lived a good life, always loving to be outside in all weathers.  She was fierce and independent, unbelievably fussy with her food but in her youth liked avocado and cucumber.  In her previous life she was obviously a ballerina because whenever she left the room her tail, with a white tip on the end, would give a little flourish, like a dancer waving her outstretched arm and hand as she leaves the stage.  She conclusively wrecked all our upholstery and never let anyone give her a cuddle but she has been part of our family for 17 years and we loved her.
God bless, Girlie.  We will not forget you.  xxxx

1 comment:

  1. There are moist eyes here in Devon at the sad news of Girlie's last day. But what a life she had. She always made me think of Kipling's 'The Cat that Walked by Himself' . . .