Thank you Miley, for all the endless love you gave to me. It was so endless, I remember right at the beginning, it felt so suffocating. But that soon passed, looking into your adorable eyes. How could I not resist. 🙂
The love and endless cuddles never stopped when you were ill, except I noticed our final days, we had extra.
The very last day, you did not want me out of your sight, as you cried when I went upstairs. When I came down within two minutes of your calling and grabbed the blanket, you knew that was a sign I was sitting back down. You soon jumped back onto my lap and lay back down.
Thank you also, for welcoming and trusting my visitors. They sure loved you, as I did.
Thank you for trusting me, which I noticed you gained trust after the first 5 minutes of being in my home. I thought you’d be a nervous cat, with the observations I made at the cat rescue place where I first met you. I was going to sit on the floor at your level, so you could come to me when you wanted, but just as I was going to sit on the floor, you jumped up on my lap and settled down. There you stayed, until I moved you.
The next day, you curled up on the floor in a sunny spot and did not move for some time. I tested you, by banging the kitchen door deliberately, because sometimes I did do this accidentally. You never moved a muscle, so I knew you felt safe. But all the same, I tried to be careful with the kitchen door.
Thank you for being such a faithful friend. You were constantly at my side, (or on my lap,) in our home. Every time I wanted to get up to make a cuppa, you just did not want to move. You followed me as though we were joined at the hips, as though you did not want to let me out of your sight. I had to look before I moved, to make sure I would not stand on your feet.
Thank you for having fun, as you learnt how to play. You soon learnt a ribbon wasn’t scary and it was actually fun to play. You soon learnt how to play with other toys and soon your toy box was expanding. It was fun to watch you create your own play too. 🙂
Thank you for learning how to be independent and to do your own thing when you wanted, in the safety of your own home. I will never forget the first time, as I was panicking, thinking, where are you? Are you alright? I found you asleep on your cat tower upstairs. I felt relief, knowing you were alright and I crept back downstairs, so I would not disturb you. But at the same time I was happy you felt safe and confident to be further away from me, I felt empty-handed until I got used to it. 😀 It was good we could have our own space and yet still meet up for our cuddles, when you wanted.
Thank you for making me laugh. There have been many antics over the years you have done, which made me laugh. There was always something new to see, when I least expected it.
Thank you for being my little nurse. I have not been well a few times since knowing you, but the first time you seen me ill in the night, I could see you were concerned. I kept being sick and in the end, I found it easier to just get on my bean bag and nod. I seemed to be able to be still more, when I chose this option. You were also happy with this option, so you could be by my side. You kept checking me over, before curling up next to me.
My bedroom was out-of-bounds for the first couple of years, but you twisted me around your little paw and I gave you a trial to see if you would stay in a certain spot. This spot was at the bottom of my bed, on your blanket. You learned this better, than I thought you would.
Thank you for teaching me to love a cat again. It took 4 years before I would own another cat again, (you,) because grief affected me that much. The love you gave and everything else that we shared has taught me not to allow grief to get in the way again. When the time comes to own a cat again, I will once again adopt, like I did you and always go for an older cat. The difference being that the next cat would be much older than you possibly and one that is passed by. I want to give that cat a home.
When I will one day do this, I don’t know, as the situation is not right now as I do more things. I don’t want to leave a cat home alone, as it is just not fair. Also, with me looking at one day moving, if I end up in a private flat before a council one, the chances of being allowed a cat is slim. Money situations that have changed and possibly could change in the future, means I may not have the money as I did before, knowing vet bills I may not be able to cover.
But when one day it does happen and when I am in a council property, I will give that elderly cat that is passed by, a very loving home for his, or her final days.
This is where my purpose lies, giving an older cat that is overlooked, a home. 🙂
Miley was put to sleep on the 19th March 2018, after discovering she had many tumours. I announced it, in this post.
(Please note. I only lit this candle while taking this photo. Due to where I have this glass photo frame, I don’t have my candle lit, as it’s in my bookcase. I hope to have it one day in the future on a fixed wall shelf, or a suitable corner, so I can light it.)
The above photo, the verse on the glass frame says:
A trusting bond
we share together,
Loving feelings that will last forever.
A loyal friend
you always will be,
My beautiful cat so special to me.
© Christine Allan