Patch my dear old girl. You were a fiesty old dame with a mean claw for any cat or dog who crossed your path. You had the dog under your furry rule, he knew who was boss. He is lost without you, I am too. You developed thyroid problems and went on tablets. I really thought I would have you with me for a few more years at least. You went downhill rapidly even with the tablets which you hated taking. I found you lying in you litter tray today, you couldn’t stand up. I took you to the vet and they told me what I knew, you were dying. They took several tries to give you the injection. I felt like scooping you up and taking you home again. I knew you needed to be put out of pain though and they put you to rest. You looked so peacefull, as if you were sleeping.
I really didn’t want to let you go but you were wrapped up in a soft blanket and given to a nurse. Tonight you are lying in the back room of a vets wrapped in a blanket, the thought makes my heart break. You are going to the crematorium tomorrow to be cremated. You are my beautifull girl, my fiesty old lady with an incredible spirit. You will live on
forever in my heart.
It was an honour to have had the chance to share my life with you, eating cold meat wont be the same without being able to share it with you. A streetcat named Patch, you were a cat like no other.
I love you my baby girl.
| Patch |
| 14, Oct 2009 |
| Wendy |