Goodnight, sweet cat…

…and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

We’ve said Goodbye to Pumpkin, and she’s set off on her Very Big Adventure. We took her to the NiceVet who said that her temperature wasn’t good, her breathing had worsened, and, to be honest, we could see that she was weary of it all.

NiceVet was very gentle, giving her an injection so she went to sleep – the first proper sleep she’d had for days – and we could caress her and love her. Then he stopped her heart. We left her curled on his table – we don’t want to bury her, or have her ashes. We want to remember her as she was. We have a saying in the Dormouse family: “as mad as a box of frogs”. We shall change it in her honour: “As mad as a box of Pumpkins”

We had this reading at my father in law’s funeral. I hope it’s not disrespectful to Peter to post it here, and to change it just a little…

You can shed tears that they’ve gone, or you can smile that they have lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that they’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see the memories that they have left you.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see them, or your heart can be full with the love  and fun that you’ve shared.

You can turn your back on life yesterday and on life tomorrow, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember them and only that they’ve gone, or you can cherish their memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what they’d want: smile, open your eyes love and go on.

If I know Pumpkin, she’ll already be playing Fetch with St Francis and St Roch and his dog. (I really will tell you about St Roch some day. He’s an excellent Saint.)

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3 Responses to “Goodnight, sweet cat…”

  1. Jan Says:

    Hugs to you all, Dormouse. As I said on the Ship, knowing it was the right thing doesn’t make it easier, nor take away the hurt for you now.

  2. Maddie Says:

    It’s a really difficult thing, best wishes from me.

  3. Ian Says:

    Hugs and prayers Dormouse: may her memory be eternal as us Orthodoxen say. I am sure it will be.

    And look forward to hearing about St Roch one day!