Hi Yvonne,
Thankyou so much for giving me Miriam and Buddy's story to read, it was a real ray of hope. I found myself totally immersed in it and felt her pain, worry and every glimmer of hope. It was strange though the similarities in parts of it. The first post got me, it was dated 18th June. That is my birthday and that date last year i was given pickle. I know its not a good idea to give people pets as presents, but this one was meant for me
I'd gone through a really bad patch and pretty much disowned my entire family on moral grounds and felt like my life was falling apart. I'd told my housemates sister about a dream i had, about this tabby kitten who had saved my life in my dream and had woken me up to alert me to someone breaking into my house, I described it to her as it was a really vivid dream and i dont often remember dreams. The kitten in my dream was called Pickle. Anyway, she told me her neighbour had just had kittens, tabby ones like i described and asked me if i wanted to buy one. I said No as firstly i couldn't afford to buy one and secondly my housemate wasn't keen on cats...he wanted a dog. A couple of weeks later it was my birthday and wasn't expecting anything off anybody, I came home and my closest friends, housemate and his sister were all in the front room. I felt pretty overwhelmed to be honest, i dont like a lot of fuss. I was sat on the sofa opening my cards and turned my head.....theyre was this kitten...just like the one in my dream sitting on the arm of the sofa. I must have looked a picture....my jaw just dropped, and all i could say is...where the heck did that come from! His sister giggled and said...Its yours. From my reaction, i think they weren't sure whether i was impressed or not, but i was in shock, no-one has ever given me anything that made me feel as happy as i did at that moment....i was speechless...i couldn't believe he was REALLY mine. He bacame my best firiend and i'm sure over the past year and half i've bored countless peope to death with Pickle this and pickle that
To be honest i dont care if i did
He was my world, he even acted like a dog and would fetch the toys i'd throw for him and he'd walk them back to me in his mouth and bring them to my feet. I can't believe he's gone...i cannot and will not accept it.
Reading buddy's story i came to several posts that made me choke. Like Miriam, i also did an extra fish finger....i left it in the his bowl, along with the Whiskers Oh so Fishy that he loves so much, along side his water and biscuit bowl i put out for him in the shelter we have made outside the patio doors. I've even gone out and heated mackeral on a camiping stove hoping the smell would draw him home. I keep his bed in thier lined with my unwasked jumpers..i hang some on the line too.
Even though he doesn't use a litter tray , i sprinkle his playmates litter out on the lawn incase he recognise scarbons scent, i've tried the hoover thing too. Google earth is covered with yellow placemarks were we have searached for him so reading the post about google earth was comforting.
