The most beautiful, affectionate and loving cat in the whole world was put to sleep today despite being only 9 years old and acting like a kitten until only Saturday. This has been such a horrible shock to me and I think to us all and the grief I feel is so painful and upsetting. Don't anyone tell you losing a pet is nothing.
I love that little cat. The way she would want to be with you all the time, follow you around, cry outside doors until you let her in and then she would throw herself on the floor and offer her lovely grey and pristine white tummy for you to stroke. Lift her head up so you could stroke under her chin and feel her purr vibrate through your fingers.
Her purr was not loud and you often had to bend your head to hear it but it reverberrated through her body and there was never ever a time not even at the end when she was sick and scared did she fail to purr at our touch. On the afternoon before I took her to the vets I laid on the bed beside her and she purred. I stroked her gently and she purred louder, I stroked her some more and she purred even louded and stretched her paws in that pawing moving, oh so gently now though, not like before when you could put your fingers under her claws.
She was so gentle though. Never once did she hurt us or growl or moan or scratch or bite. Even when she found spiders she killed them with love, just ever so gently batting them around not realising that she was actually battering them to death. The one time she brought a bird in the house was an already dead one she found and wasn't she pleased and excited to bring it in doors?
Oh how we will all miss her. We'll miss how she welcomed us home. We'll miss how she always was there to greet us no matter how early or late in the morning or evening. I'll miss her chasing shadows or asking me to move the bathroom mirror to catch the light so she could chase it. We'll miss how when you get down on the floor to look for something she automatically thinks you are looking for her red rubber ball to throw for her so in the end you do look for the ball and do throw it for her. We'll miss how she put herself in good positions at different times of the day, outside the bathroom door in the mornning, on my computer bag while I was working or trying to lay on the lap top keys and I swear it was probably her that switched off the wifi key by laying across it.
Molly who would talk to you incessantly. Molly who when you picked her up and put her lovely gorgeous little grey head under your chin where you could feel her purr as you spoke to her she would answer you. How you could feel her velvety ears so cool and soft. How her beautiful green eyes would watch you and look at you for love and attention. Love me, pay attention to me was what she seemed to be saying to all of us and we all responded. We all loved her and gave her as much attention as we could and now she is suddenly and shockingly gone and we will grieve and miss her and there will never ever be another Molly again. I am incredibly sad and at this moment cannot imagine ever being over losing her.
I love that little cat. The way she would want to be with you all the time, follow you around, cry outside doors until you let her in and then she would throw herself on the floor and offer her lovely grey and pristine white tummy for you to stroke. Lift her head up so you could stroke under her chin and feel her purr vibrate through your fingers.
Her purr was not loud and you often had to bend your head to hear it but it reverberrated through her body and there was never ever a time not even at the end when she was sick and scared did she fail to purr at our touch. On the afternoon before I took her to the vets I laid on the bed beside her and she purred. I stroked her gently and she purred louder, I stroked her some more and she purred even louded and stretched her paws in that pawing moving, oh so gently now though, not like before when you could put your fingers under her claws.
She was so gentle though. Never once did she hurt us or growl or moan or scratch or bite. Even when she found spiders she killed them with love, just ever so gently batting them around not realising that she was actually battering them to death. The one time she brought a bird in the house was an already dead one she found and wasn't she pleased and excited to bring it in doors?
Oh how we will all miss her. We'll miss how she welcomed us home. We'll miss how she always was there to greet us no matter how early or late in the morning or evening. I'll miss her chasing shadows or asking me to move the bathroom mirror to catch the light so she could chase it. We'll miss how when you get down on the floor to look for something she automatically thinks you are looking for her red rubber ball to throw for her so in the end you do look for the ball and do throw it for her. We'll miss how she put herself in good positions at different times of the day, outside the bathroom door in the mornning, on my computer bag while I was working or trying to lay on the lap top keys and I swear it was probably her that switched off the wifi key by laying across it.
Molly who would talk to you incessantly. Molly who when you picked her up and put her lovely gorgeous little grey head under your chin where you could feel her purr as you spoke to her she would answer you. How you could feel her velvety ears so cool and soft. How her beautiful green eyes would watch you and look at you for love and attention. Love me, pay attention to me was what she seemed to be saying to all of us and we all responded. We all loved her and gave her as much attention as we could and now she is suddenly and shockingly gone and we will grieve and miss her and there will never ever be another Molly again. I am incredibly sad and at this moment cannot imagine ever being over losing her.
