After losing our beloved Phoebe last July, we had two cats left in our home: Pumpkin and Luna.
Here's Pumpkin. She was adopted from a shelter aged six months in October 2008. This morning, a neighbour rang at our door to say our cat was lying dead in the street. She had been hit by a car and as her face was not as it used to be, we had to check her tatoo to make sure she was Pumpkin as she had a twin in the neighbourhood. But it was Pumpkin, indeed.
We're devastated. Daphné, our nine year old daughter was her fav human in the world and when she was not outside hunting and playing, Pumpkin would spend all her time on Daphné's lap, and slept with her about every night. Actually, it's been difficult to find pics of her without my daughter.
Pumpkin was a fierce hunter, a fine hugger and a wonderful companion. She was playful and she would never ever use her claws or teeth on any human. She was the sweetest and kindest cat I'd ever met.
She was a good climber too.
When you have a cat, you have two options: let her out and pray that she doesn't have any accidents, or keep her indoors and deprive her from the natural joys a cat experiences in life. I have had both indoor and outdoor cats. My outdoor cats were undeniably happier. But the price to pay is high.
I don't regret that she was an outdoor cat, I regret that there was snow, that cars don't stop at the stop signs we have just at the corner of the house. I'm angry and sad.
And Luna, the hunter who taught everything to our Pumpkin, is the only cat in our home now. She's a little devil, always purring and talking and she has virtually destroyed every wallpaper in the house. Since this morning, Luna has been looking for her best friend in and outside, and meowed at me in dismay. This is heartbreaking.
Here's Luna, our fierce hunter in action.
For months, I have had nightmares in which Pumpkin died stuck in a window like our Salem, now I know that Luna will be the main character in my nightmares. This little lady loves me to bits, follows me very far when I go walking the dog with DH. She doesn't when I'm not there. I love her so much. Doesn't she have the most beautiful eyes?
Daphné is in denial. She is acting as if nothing had happened and I don't know what to do. I will take medical advice on monday. Our son learnt the news this morning at school from a friend who had seen her dead while his father was driving him to the college. How difficult it must have been... He has spent the morning hoping his friend was wrong...
I wish our kids wouldn't have to experience such sad and difficult things so early and so often. I don't know how to act. I have always said that love should be stronger than death, that life must go on, that you shouldn't stop loving for fear of losing your loved ones because a life without love would be far worse. Now I just don't know. I think I was wrong from the beginning. May be I shouldn't have taken another cat, she wouldn't be dead. And we wouldn't be sad.
I'm sorry to write this post, because I know some of you will be sad and I don't want to spoil the joy of the season. But you know, I need a cheer up. Seriously, I do need to tell you and read your comments.
Hugs my friends,