I keep looking for my friend RouXy inside the house, outside in my garden, but no sign of RouXy. Every morning, about 9, I’m surprised my Master doesn’t go and fetch RouXy in his house and tell him to come and join me…
My Master says I must be patient. And to help me be patient he’ll post photos of RouXy’s early life with me. How and when will he do that? “Be patient, Frimousse,” he says, “Very soon.”
Oh Frimousse ! Being patient is so often the key – and so hard ! Cats make it seem easier, but it must not be. Purrs.
But I miss him!
Of course you do, sweet one ! And he would be with you if he could !
To the Master : How is Frimousse doing really ? We are very sad and want him to be all right too since the 2 cats were obviously bonded !
Frimousse still doesn’t eat and spend his time on the large bed upstairs, the exact spot where RouXy would spend a lot of time everyday…
Well, when Frimousse will realy be hungry I suppose he’ll eat!
what else to do but wait?
Yes – you must be patient too. Maybe tempt him with something special – juice from a can of tuna usually rouses my cats. But he definitely knows something is wrong. He may even know that RouXy will not be back. When my animals lose a friend they seem to sense it.
He’s had some food this morning. I don’t think he’ll starve to death.
But he still wants every door in the house to be open, just in case someone is hiding.
In a couple of days, if that goes on, I buy some big organic gambas. That’s his favourite treat. But they are very expensive!
Oh Frimousse, our hearts are so sad, but you must eat up little man! Angel RouXy doesn’t want you to visit him up in heaven! Angel RouXy is still with you; try to feel him. His spirit is near you; he’s telling you that everything is okay.
It’s been less than a week… But Frimousse was feeling A problem before RouXy was really bad.
Oh Frimousse, you really miss your buddy. We feel sad for you as you are clearly grieving. Try to eat something dude, you have to move on to another chapter of your life now.
We didn’t mean that to sound like ‘move on, get over it’ – we just mean that things have changed and you have to go along with it – and we are sorry they changed.
Yesterday evening was nearly a “normal” evening, with Frimousse with us upstairs purring on his Mistress’s legs. He had some food this morning but when I gave him some more when I came back from the shops, he didn’t want any.
Now he’s sleeping in the friends’ bedroom.