Cat With No Name (CWNN)
Cwnn was run over last night.
Our dear, insane, annoying, loving Cwnn.
She wasn't banging at the front door to be let in for breakfast, and she didn't come when Ben whistled. So I opened the gate to go and look for her up and down the road, and she was lying on the street just a little way down. She looked asleep, but she doesn't sleep that hard when there's food to be had.
She was stiff and cold.
It looks like the fuckers aimed for her (so say the tyre marks on the road) and clipped her back legs. And she just ... stopped living. She doesn't look damaged or run over. Just dead.
I picked her up and hugged her to me and went back inside the gate and cried for Ben and cried for Cwnn and just cried. And put her on the lawn and sat next to her and stroked her while Ben stroked and hugged me.
It's a crappy way to be at six in the morning.
Moss came and nosed around and sniffed Cwnn's ears but I think he knew. So we gave him love too and he felt so different - soft and rumbly and obviously waiting to be fed.
And eventually I put Cwnn in the soft basket that we bought at the SPCA when she chose us (and that she never ever slept in), and her paws stuck over the edge just she was stretching. And she's inside in the lounge next to the dehumidifier and I'm going to buy a shovel today, and we'll bury her under the tree by the house she's always lived in.
So Cwnn won't be moving. And I - hell, we - will miss her like gangbusters.
I called Alex (Taz), who is in hospital for an operation on his lungs, and told him - he'd already just thrown up, but the poor bastard having to be told like that - but he's glad that it wasn't kept from him. He won't be able to be there when we bury her, but he has pictures of her on his phone and would rather remember her like that anyway.
She was only with us for two years. But she was family.
Please - if you met Cwnn, tell me about times you had with her. I would like to know them, remember them, think of them when we have our wake this evening.
Cwnn as a kitten
Cwnn loves my lap
Cwnn and Peanut
Cwnn and Moss (and Stace and Al)
Cwnn and me
More photos of Cwnn are here.
Cwnn, you had a name. And you had a family and love. Rest in Peace, you sweet mad black cat.
Our dear, insane, annoying, loving Cwnn.
She wasn't banging at the front door to be let in for breakfast, and she didn't come when Ben whistled. So I opened the gate to go and look for her up and down the road, and she was lying on the street just a little way down. She looked asleep, but she doesn't sleep that hard when there's food to be had.
She was stiff and cold.
It looks like the fuckers aimed for her (so say the tyre marks on the road) and clipped her back legs. And she just ... stopped living. She doesn't look damaged or run over. Just dead.
I picked her up and hugged her to me and went back inside the gate and cried for Ben and cried for Cwnn and just cried. And put her on the lawn and sat next to her and stroked her while Ben stroked and hugged me.
It's a crappy way to be at six in the morning.
Moss came and nosed around and sniffed Cwnn's ears but I think he knew. So we gave him love too and he felt so different - soft and rumbly and obviously waiting to be fed.
And eventually I put Cwnn in the soft basket that we bought at the SPCA when she chose us (and that she never ever slept in), and her paws stuck over the edge just she was stretching. And she's inside in the lounge next to the dehumidifier and I'm going to buy a shovel today, and we'll bury her under the tree by the house she's always lived in.
So Cwnn won't be moving. And I - hell, we - will miss her like gangbusters.
I called Alex (Taz), who is in hospital for an operation on his lungs, and told him - he'd already just thrown up, but the poor bastard having to be told like that - but he's glad that it wasn't kept from him. He won't be able to be there when we bury her, but he has pictures of her on his phone and would rather remember her like that anyway.
She was only with us for two years. But she was family.
Please - if you met Cwnn, tell me about times you had with her. I would like to know them, remember them, think of them when we have our wake this evening.
Cwnn as a kitten
Cwnn loves my lap
Cwnn and Peanut
Cwnn and Moss (and Stace and Al)
Cwnn and me
More photos of Cwnn are here.
Cwnn, you had a name. And you had a family and love. Rest in Peace, you sweet mad black cat.