My cat died last night. She was amazing and brilliant and a little menace, I loved her so much and have been crying on and off since I found out.
I found out earlier today when I was just getting back from another city(after a vacation, life is so bleeding cruel) and I got a call and my mum told me and now, I just don’t know.
She was a black and white cat and was really small and bony(but healthy), we think she was a half long hair half short hair but we don’t know.
My mother and I just laid her in the ground with her favourite treats and her favourite toy.
She killed birds sometimes, and I had to burry them but I would burry a thousand birds to see her alive once more.
She hatred being picked up or manhandled, but during the night she’d come into either my mum or I’s room(usually my mums) or mine during the day and cuddle up to us. She never bit or hissed at us, and was truely a very sweet girl.
We think another cat swiped at her and hit an artery on her neck, as that’s where the wounds were. I hope she didn’t suffer.
Our other cat, Meriadoc Brandybuck(the tabby in the photo), is older and lost his sister, Sunny a couple of years ago, and I’m so sorry he lost Gi as well. I think he’s confused and doesn’t know where she is, and keeps trying to find her, or maybe he does and is upset. I’m not sure.
Part of me feels this is my fault. I’m usually the one awake, the one up, I would have been able to hear her and get her inside. I always did before ten pm. But I wasn’t there, and I’m so so sorry.
I loved, love, her very much. And if there’s a heaven I hope she’s very happy. Or at least at rest.
Rest in peace my dear girl, Gigi.