our cat, Curio, said good-bye and dug her way under the soil. or, in other words, went to sleep. died. Either one is valid.
we dug her a snug hole by one of our saplings. The girls renamed that young tree 'The Curio Tree' in honor of our one-year-old purring friend. It was a sad moment for all of us, and even Mom and Dad started to cry.
We've mostly gotten over it now, but about a week ago I gave myself to watching films of our kitten, not even one in cat years (the equivalent of one human month.) See The Double Stitch. We hope to get another kitten in about a year. So-long, my faithful feline friend!
Hi Ian,
ReplyDeleteI am so impressed that you write so well! What a sad occasion the farewell to your beloved cat. Even though I only met her once, I know she brought you all a lot of joy, therefore, a great loss for your whole family.
When I was your age, I too had a pet, albeit a dog. He got sick and in spite of numerous visits to the vet, eventually he succumbed to his disease. I remember how much I cried at the time and still remember how sad I felt.
Pets are a source of great comfort to us and also of deep loss when we lose them.
What a great idea to have your own blog! I will look forward to reading them.
With much love,
Grandma Nai-Nai
Ian, sorry to hear about Curio's untimely loss of all nine lives. I hope you will have a new cat friend soon. You're a great writer!
ReplyDeleteA friend of your mom and dad, Amy Hintze