4 days ago, I found that my kitty, Bella, had been hit and killed on the busy road by my new home. I took off my jacket and stepped into the street and wrapped her up in it. My husband buried her next to the shed where her grave wouldn’t be disturbed. She wasn’t really my cat-she was my daughter’s but I loved her dearly. She was my friend. She was just a cat and yet I felt like she understood me more than anyone else other than my mother (who passed away 4 years ago). Her death was so hard for me.
I know we all have a certain amount of time on this earth and that we will all die and then live again but boy, it sure is hard losing loved ones. Even pets! Bella was a sweet kitty. She loved to be cuddled like a baby. She loved to roll around on the warm cement. She wanted to be inside where the people were. She listened to my woes and never complained. She and her brother Felix would follow us around the neighborhood on our walks. When I saw her each morning, I would say, “Hey there, you silly kitty” and she’d rub her cold wet nose on me. I’m missing her terribly even though we only had her for five and one half years. I’m afraid Felix is going to be so lonely without her.
Please, PLEASE drive a little more carefully and watch out for everyone crossing the roads, even our furry friends, and if you don’t like cats—please don’t try to hit and kill them. You cause great pain to those who do like them. Bella—you’ll be mine again someday. Love you, AJ
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