Several months on, I am still devastated. I sometimes think I see my little chum waddling round the garden.
When the wind blows I think I hear her funny attempts at opening doors or her attempt at a meow. But she has gone and Tom Cat Towers is so lonely and empty without her.
Our vet Saint Ben of Park Street says that whilst cats don't grieve, they will miss the company of their companions. How true. I have tried turning my caring experience and qualifications towards Dumpty, only to be met with an almighty slap on the nose by her finely mogicured paw, several times, when I get too close. Saint Ben says I need a kitten to keep me company, but as yet one hasn't arrived.
All I have is memories of my three years caring for Dippi-Duck from the very first moment she arrived as a tiny scrap, shaved of her fur and at death's door. I miss her so much it hurts and my life has no meaning as I just sit and reminisce. My heart is broken, if only I could give her one more cuddle.
A Morning Kiss
A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.
Janet F Faure
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