Jadis: July 2004 - June 2012
Yesterday I said goodbye to my beloved Jadis. We drove to the vets and she stayed silent the whole way. I think on some level she knew that we were trying to help her. My beautiful wee cat went to sleep in my arms at 11 o'clock in the morning, and will not wake again. She was held and stroked and loved right up to the end, and did not suffer. It was the right time for her to go, but just because it was right did not mean it was easy.
She was the most affectionate, loving, adorable cat I have known. A small bundle of fluff and purrs, always willing to tart at anyone who came near her. She slept on my pillow or under the duvet beside me, given half a chance. She materialised on laps as if by magic, and would stay curled up and snoozing for hours on end. If I was ill, she would always be there, on my bed beside me, just staying there for comfort and cuddles. For a dippy wee thing, she was surprisingly bright.
She was with me for not even eight years. It would have been her eighth birthday in a few days. She joined me when I was living in Stowmarket with Caro, and formed part of the Unholy Trinity with Cassidy and Ember (one of Caro's cats). She quickly gained the nickname 'Rat', due to her pointy wee face, and the name stayed even though she grew into a beautiful girl. We mocked her for the size of her ass regularly.
She was the most playful of cats, right up until her last few days. She played fetch with feathersticks and toy mice, destroyed tissues, and could leap in the air as if she had wings. She loved the Christmas tree and all the dangling enticements that it carried; we still find baubles hiding around the place, months after the event.
She gave me a litter of four gorgeous kittens; Ash, Veyron, Mortimer and Mordred. She was an over-protective mum, always washing and carrying them around, trying to secret them away some place where I couldn't find them. But once they could walk, she handed them over to me and washed her paws of the lot!
She was not afraid of anything, and used to cheerfully bomb into our neighbour's garden and terrorise their cats, despite being half their size. She took on the local tom, and I saw her once considering a dog. But despite her territorial nature, she was daft as a brush when it came to her humans. She would lie on her back with her paws in the air to have her belly rubbed, and was the cat who would happily be carted around by all the neighbourhood children, both here and in Bagshot. She never complained, never hissed, never gave me cause for concern. She had a voice - oh! she had a voice - wailing and meowing and constantly chatty. The house feels so quiet without her.
She was loved by many, and will be missed without question. There is a Jadis-shaped hole in my life, and it will take some time for the sadness to ease.
RIP Jadis. Sleep well, little one. Dream of tuna, of laps and cuddles, of lazing in the sunshine, of enticing Christmas baubles, and of boxes beyond counting. Know that you were loved, and will be missed beyond words.
She was the most affectionate, loving, adorable cat I have known. A small bundle of fluff and purrs, always willing to tart at anyone who came near her. She slept on my pillow or under the duvet beside me, given half a chance. She materialised on laps as if by magic, and would stay curled up and snoozing for hours on end. If I was ill, she would always be there, on my bed beside me, just staying there for comfort and cuddles. For a dippy wee thing, she was surprisingly bright.
She was with me for not even eight years. It would have been her eighth birthday in a few days. She joined me when I was living in Stowmarket with Caro, and formed part of the Unholy Trinity with Cassidy and Ember (one of Caro's cats). She quickly gained the nickname 'Rat', due to her pointy wee face, and the name stayed even though she grew into a beautiful girl. We mocked her for the size of her ass regularly.
She was the most playful of cats, right up until her last few days. She played fetch with feathersticks and toy mice, destroyed tissues, and could leap in the air as if she had wings. She loved the Christmas tree and all the dangling enticements that it carried; we still find baubles hiding around the place, months after the event.
She gave me a litter of four gorgeous kittens; Ash, Veyron, Mortimer and Mordred. She was an over-protective mum, always washing and carrying them around, trying to secret them away some place where I couldn't find them. But once they could walk, she handed them over to me and washed her paws of the lot!
She was not afraid of anything, and used to cheerfully bomb into our neighbour's garden and terrorise their cats, despite being half their size. She took on the local tom, and I saw her once considering a dog. But despite her territorial nature, she was daft as a brush when it came to her humans. She would lie on her back with her paws in the air to have her belly rubbed, and was the cat who would happily be carted around by all the neighbourhood children, both here and in Bagshot. She never complained, never hissed, never gave me cause for concern. She had a voice - oh! she had a voice - wailing and meowing and constantly chatty. The house feels so quiet without her.
She was loved by many, and will be missed without question. There is a Jadis-shaped hole in my life, and it will take some time for the sadness to ease.
RIP Jadis. Sleep well, little one. Dream of tuna, of laps and cuddles, of lazing in the sunshine, of enticing Christmas baubles, and of boxes beyond counting. Know that you were loved, and will be missed beyond words.