Hazel
This is just a memorial post for my cat Hazel who was just hit in the road. When my mum had something she wanted to tell me, I knew what had happened. Her expression was one that was reserved for only this purpose. She found her only minutes after it happened, she was still warm.
I remember when we first found her and her brother. My dad heard crying in the garage, and we had to move so much stuff to find them. Their mother moved them there for some reason and got spooked by us. We carried them in and we bottle fed them. From then on, there was a special connection between us.
We buried her in a shady spot in the garden, next to where the morning glories will bloom. As we buried her, out other cat Butter looked at us and cried out. She was only three years old. I see her brother Jeeves and Butter roaming the lawns, looking for her. She was one of the most annoying cats I have ever known, but also the most loving. I will miss her picking at the screens, crying to come in, shedding all over my pants as he rubbed against them, lying in front of me as I walked, and having to rescue rodents from her jaws. I will also miss how when you picked her up, she always had to cling on to my left shoulder, her soft, plushy fur, and how she always supervised when my dad and I when were working outside. She always followed you, wanting to see what you were doing, seeing if she could get in way or be petted.
Every one of our cats has a special place in my heart, one more of those places is now empty. It's sad to realize that we're running out of places to bury our beloved cats. I will never for get you Hazel, neither will my family or yours.
I remember when we first found her and her brother. My dad heard crying in the garage, and we had to move so much stuff to find them. Their mother moved them there for some reason and got spooked by us. We carried them in and we bottle fed them. From then on, there was a special connection between us.
We buried her in a shady spot in the garden, next to where the morning glories will bloom. As we buried her, out other cat Butter looked at us and cried out. She was only three years old. I see her brother Jeeves and Butter roaming the lawns, looking for her. She was one of the most annoying cats I have ever known, but also the most loving. I will miss her picking at the screens, crying to come in, shedding all over my pants as he rubbed against them, lying in front of me as I walked, and having to rescue rodents from her jaws. I will also miss how when you picked her up, she always had to cling on to my left shoulder, her soft, plushy fur, and how she always supervised when my dad and I when were working outside. She always followed you, wanting to see what you were doing, seeing if she could get in way or be petted.
Every one of our cats has a special place in my heart, one more of those places is now empty. It's sad to realize that we're running out of places to bury our beloved cats. I will never for get you Hazel, neither will my family or yours.