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Just after midnight, one of my elderly cats ("Drella") passed away. She'd been getter progressively more frail for a couple of weeks, and had had difficulty walking for the past couple of days, though not seeming to be in any pain.
Yesterday evening, she managed to crawl to a favourite spot in the garden. By nightfall, she was too weak to make her own way indoors, so I carried her into the kitchen and set her down in a warm place. She died a couple of hours later. I've spent much of today digging a deep hole under her favourite cherry tree ... rather hard work given my disability, but - for the pleasure she gave me in life - I felt I wanted her final resting place to be somewhere appropriate.
The two cats have been a constant in my life for nearly eighteen years, seeing me through four jobs, four addresses, and two boyfriends. Drella's sister /littermate obviously misses her, and I keep turning round to look for Drella when my subconscious "cat count" registers only one moggy in the room.
I'm away for the weekend - visiting my Mum, then playing cricket with a bunch of schoolmates, to celebrate "35 years since leaving school". Hopefully, this will take my mind off things a bit. I hope that the remaining cat (who seems in robust good health at present) isn't too miserable while I'm away.
"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. ... Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night devoid of stars." Martin Luther King
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