Mum has been a bit sad recently - her cat Doodle got ill and died very suddenly on Easter Monday - she was unable to breath and despite lots of pills and potions, she died in mum's arms.
Doodle had a very sad life till she met mum and dad. She was living rough in Bognor Regis, having lost her home - she was a very long haired cat and needed lots of grooming so all her coat was matted and tangled - so much so it hurt her skin as the knots pulled her skin when she moved. She was cowering and hiding in a coal shed and someone burnt her with cigarettes!
She was finally rescued and taken into care but no one wanted her, as she was so nervous and such a scaredy cat that when people came to see her she would hide. She did get a new home but it only lasted a few days as she was too scared to come out and use her litter tray so they called her dirty - she wasn't, she just was so so frightened.
She was in care for nearly 18 months, living in a cattery pen, until mum and dad took her home. She lived under their bed for a year - with a litter tray and food tray and yes she worked out which were which! - and it was nearly two years before she was brave enough to venture out and explore the house. She never really got outdoors much - she occasionally walked out onto the lawn but never more than a few feet from the door - as all the bad things that happened to her happened outside and she didn't want to take the risk that she couldn't get inside again to where it was safe.
Mum said it was very unfair that she had been taken from us as she wasn't a very old cat and she was enjoying her new home in Scotland and we had been looking forward to seeing Doodle outdoors on the decking, having tea and sandwiches, in the summer. But it was not to be.
Mum says that it was just a sad accident, that I shouldn't worry, that Doodle's death doesn't mean I am at risk - she says they buried her, they didn't eat her or anything horrible like that. They say she is buried on the hill so that she can see everywhere, all the places she never got to explore herself. Mum says that a lot of her cats are quite old now and that it is likely that some of them will die before I do but I shouldn't worry, it is just how life is.
I find it very confusing, in France many of the young foals die and I don't understand that, when they should have such long lifes ahead of them. Often their mothers die with them or have to watch them being killed. I just can't understand these things at all, it is just too too hard.
Doodle's resting place is very beautiful. Maybe one day I can visit it and prune the shrubs and flowers, I feel I have a latent talent for landscaping.
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