Two years ago, June 26th, last photo of the elder of RouXy’s Masters. In the sunshine, in front of their door, with the gentle red cat under the armchair. It was on a Sunday morning. He will die on the following Sunday. Having patted the fur of his kitten for a last time, since I had put RouXy one moment on him in his bed. RouXy will leave us seven months later and Frimousse two months later.
We are going to live our second summer without them. Frimousse’s lime tree has some branches and a little foliage again. He could hide in it if he were here. Of course the “little” fir tree near the mailbox will not be there again. In the half-barrel sunflowers grow – “our” birds have sown them for us. Still plenty of tits and sparrows. But curiously no cats. Well… not exactly because a few days ago a cream-coloured kitten came past. He was after the birds. But he hasn’t come again. There were too many. The choice, thus the hunting, was too difficult.
Frimousse’s Mistress will say I keep writing about the past. But those in charge make us such a dark future… Poor children.
Oh, we all mourn in different ways. There are bound to be moments when you cannot help but remember one or the other of them. My last Aunt just died – she was 102.
Hope you are not having the terrible heat wave !
Every one has to die. But it doesn’t mean it is NOT a very sad moment.
We live at 800m (2600ft) above sea level. And there are plenty of trees and fields around. It is quite hot during the day but we know temperature won’t be over 20°C (68°F) in the evening and during the night. Therefore we don’t suffer. Do you?
Sending you hugs on this sad anniversary. XO
Almost everyday is an anniversary. Sadness or joy. What can we do?
It is a sad reminder. And it does indeed feel like black days sometimes– but you are all lucky you were in each others lives and made them richer — I hope you see the kitten again
Well..; “our” birds are being… eaten…
I always feel so bad for the birds!
Memories are the thread of our lives that create the rich tapestry of life. Some sad but more sweet and so we live and await the next chapter. Sounds like some cats are still prowling so one may stick
Timmy and Dad