He was beautiful, our Frimousse, wasn’t he? Even on the last day. At the last hour, I should write.
He was quiet, resigned, facing the inevitable. We would have liked so much to keep him with us! But he was no longer the lively cat, running in his garden, climbing on his lime tree, running up at full speed to eat his big shrimps. We gave him as much love as we could. But keeping him as he was on that day of April would have been selfishness from our part.
He let us lay him gently in the box.
He knew, Frimousse.
When the time has come for my cats or dogs, they not only seem to know but to let me know. His memory lives on. Thank you for sharing him and his friends with us.
He’s pushing up the daffodils, these days.
We had a very nice vet come to the house for our Mr Buttons this Feb. When you love a pet you must break your heart and show them that love.
He looks grand on his final day. Frimousse lives in in Memory