Your words have made this come alive for us. Thank you for sharing. May the pain recede and the memories comfort you.Thanks all........ I am not really an emotional person but........my wife did not call me at work yesterday to tell me as she knew that was my favourite cat. More like a dog actually. Whenever I get home from work he was there to greet me....like a dog he would jump up on my leg until I scratched his head a bit. He would follow me everywhere when I am at home. Sometimes I would be doing some DIY in the garage and he would follow me back and forth between the house and the garage across the courtyard in the rain. He would sit on the basin every morning while I brush my teeth. I could not even take a crap without him else he would moan at the bathroom door until I opened it. He loved sleeping at my feet or on the massage chair in my bedroom. He would divide his time between me, my daughter and my wife.
So when I got home yesterday my wife blurted it out and soon as I walked in as she knew I would immediately look for him as he would normally be waiting for me. I asked her to stop and not talk any further until I had digested it. It was bothering me that he was still lying next to the house. I desperately needed to bury him but it was pouring outside. At 11pm I turned on the TV and saw all these scenes of death and it disturbed me so deeply that I got up and went to the garage. I could not care anymore how hard it was raining. I fetched a spade and dug a hole in the pouring rain. But it is when I opened the bag just before I put him in the hole when I broke down completely from the gut wrenching agony of seeing my lifeless pet who was such an integral part of my normal life. My wife did not notice because when I got back I was soaked till in my socks. Still feeling like someone ripped my guts out...View attachment 8561 View attachment 8562 View attachment 8563