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Goodbye, sweet cat
Jun. 26th, 2010 09:16 amNo, not Max or Milly.
When we first moved to this house, half a mile from our old house, one of our two cats, Barnaby (a big ginger-and-white rescue moggie), refused to move with us. We kept moving him and keeping him in, but each time, two days or so after being let out, he went back. The pull of his territory was just too great.
In the end our old neighbours adopted him.
Out for a walk the other evening we bumped into our old neighbours. They told us that Barnaby died last year, at a grand old age. He had become a real lap cat, and grown thin at the end (although the vet had constantly reassured them that he was in no pain or discomfort), and eventually they found him curled up 'asleep' on the doormat one morning, having passed away with no fuss.
A good end for an old friend. RIP, Barnaby, you were much loved.
When we first moved to this house, half a mile from our old house, one of our two cats, Barnaby (a big ginger-and-white rescue moggie), refused to move with us. We kept moving him and keeping him in, but each time, two days or so after being let out, he went back. The pull of his territory was just too great.
In the end our old neighbours adopted him.
Out for a walk the other evening we bumped into our old neighbours. They told us that Barnaby died last year, at a grand old age. He had become a real lap cat, and grown thin at the end (although the vet had constantly reassured them that he was in no pain or discomfort), and eventually they found him curled up 'asleep' on the doormat one morning, having passed away with no fuss.
A good end for an old friend. RIP, Barnaby, you were much loved.
