Last friday we found my furry red companion, my sweetest pet, by the side of the road.
We went looking for her after two days of seeing nothing of her. I wasn't worried at all, with cats it's not unheard of that they travel a little and that they just pop up after a couple of days, maybe a week.
My boyfriend didn't feel comfortable with just waiting around so we called her name, walked around the neighborhood and didn't find her. It's absolutely horrible to think that just seconds before we found her lifeless body on the grass, I said to my boyfriend "well, at least she's not on the road, run over.".
Fuck. I can't believe she's gone.
I know a lot of people would probably laugh at us for being so fond of a pet but I see the cats and dogs that live with us as part of our family.
We might be a little bit missmatched but we love each other. So I dedicate my post to Poes, our dearly departed cat. We've only had her by our side for a year and a half.
She came to us as a skinny, small stray cat. She was really undernourished, I could feel her spine and ribs the first time she let me pet her. It took a little while before she completely trusted us but before we knew it, she was lying in the sun with us, sleeping, purring, so peaceful and content.
I'm so grateful that we took her in, if we didn't she would've probably died a lot sooner. She gave us six beautiful kittens, we kept three of them. So she still lives a little, through her babies. I'll never forget you, sweet, beautiful Poes. I'll always love you. Thank you for the wonderful times, even if it was cut short. Thank you for the fantastic little kitties you gave birth to, you were a wonderful parent. Thank you. These are the last pictures I took of her, last weeks tuesday. It breaks my heart.
