Life sucks
Over the weekend of our second anniversary we went away to Somerset. Twas a very nice weekend: went to a family wedding, visited some nice places etc etc.
On Monday we got home to find an empty house and half a dozen messages on our landline.
Our little Topsy had gone hunting and fallen foul of a car. She lay in the road for 2 days before some local children went knocking on doors to try to locate her owner. Of course, as we were away they couldn't find us and so they put her under a bush. At this point a lady came along and said she would take her in. This lady gave the children an address that doesn't exist (or the children don't remember it right). Since then this lady has not phoned the number on Topsy's collar and so we have no idea where she is buried or whether this lady has just thrown her away. I know that finding this lady won't bring Topsy back and I should just remember her as she was, but I have searched the local area knocking at addresses that increasingly slightly approximate the address the children were given in the hope that I can bring my little cat home.
The house feels empty without her. Everywhere I look I can remember her rolling and jumping around. She was barely more than a kitten, just starting to explore the wider world - and I can't help wondering if things would have been different if we hadn't been away, or if one of a million things had been slightly different so that she wasn't crossing the road at that particular moment.
It does seem that over the past couple of years I have had more than my fair share of deaths and just general badness. That's not to say that there haven't been good things, but I'm beginning to feel that growing up means that life just gets more and more miserable and unfair.
Life sucks!
On Monday we got home to find an empty house and half a dozen messages on our landline.
Our little Topsy had gone hunting and fallen foul of a car. She lay in the road for 2 days before some local children went knocking on doors to try to locate her owner. Of course, as we were away they couldn't find us and so they put her under a bush. At this point a lady came along and said she would take her in. This lady gave the children an address that doesn't exist (or the children don't remember it right). Since then this lady has not phoned the number on Topsy's collar and so we have no idea where she is buried or whether this lady has just thrown her away. I know that finding this lady won't bring Topsy back and I should just remember her as she was, but I have searched the local area knocking at addresses that increasingly slightly approximate the address the children were given in the hope that I can bring my little cat home.
The house feels empty without her. Everywhere I look I can remember her rolling and jumping around. She was barely more than a kitten, just starting to explore the wider world - and I can't help wondering if things would have been different if we hadn't been away, or if one of a million things had been slightly different so that she wasn't crossing the road at that particular moment.
It does seem that over the past couple of years I have had more than my fair share of deaths and just general badness. That's not to say that there haven't been good things, but I'm beginning to feel that growing up means that life just gets more and more miserable and unfair.
Life sucks!