It all started on a warm sunny day. My husband and I went to the local SPCA to find a playmate for our cat. Looking at all the cats in the cages, one kitty stood out above the rest. She was so cute. As I stood in front of her cage, she extended a paw through the bars and gently touched my face. We knew this was “our cat”.
We took her home to meet our other cat, Storm. It took a few days, but before long, they were playing and hanging out together.
We live on a quiet street with little traffic. We let out cats outside during the day. They love to catch birds and mice and bring them home to us. Rogue would even bring live mice into the house! She thought it was fun to help my husband capture the mouse too!
Every night, Rogue would sleep on my chest, purring loudly and extend a paw to touch my face.
Then, one evening, I let her outside before supper. Usually she would sit in the flower garden or stay close to home. She would scratch at the front door when she was ready to come in. I got busy doing housework that evening. At bedtime, I realized that my little baby was still outside. My husband went to look for her and found her lying in the flower garden…she was gone. (From the injuries,
we think she was hit by a car.)
I cannot remember crying so much in my life. My Little Rogue was gone! Why didn’t I check on her sooner? Why did I let her out? I felt so guilty and sad. I know that it’s not my fault. It’s a risk of having an outdoor cat. She loved being allowed outside to play and hunt.
Crying is becoming less frequent and the pain a little less everyday. I think she would want me to miss her but also move on. The hardest part is letting go and forgiving myself. Somedays, I look at her photos and cry. Somedays, I giggle thinking about all the silly things she would do.
I have to remember that accidents happen. Her life was short but we gave her a great home with lots of love and cuddles. Rogue will always be in my heart and in my thoughts. We miss you
“My Baby Rogue”.
Love,
| Rogue |
| Dawn |