It is often said that pets leave paw prints on our hearts, and in the case of our darling Kitty, those paw prints are indelible.  Kitty was not just a cat, she was family, a constant companion, and a source of endless comfort and joy. 

As I sit down to try to write out the grief, that has consumed me since we tragically lost our gentle four-legged friend, my heart aches with the weight of loss, but it also swells with gratitude for the beautiful moments we shared.

Kitty entered our lives as a tiny, ball of fur. Her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity, and from the very beginning, she wrapped us around her delicate paws. Over the years, she grew into a loving, gentle soul with a personality all her own. Her purrs were a balm to our souls, a soothing melody that made even the darkest days seem brighter.

As we continue to turn the pages of our lives, day in day out, Kitty was a steadfast presence. She celebrated our victories with boundless love. She was always there during the quiet moments, too, when all we needed was a warm body to snuggle close, offering solace with every soft touch.

Kitty had an uncanny ability to sense my mood, offering comfort when I was sad and playfulness when we needed a pick-me-up. She became my confidante, a silent listener who knew just when to offer a nudge of encouragement.

In her playful antics, Kitty reminded us to find joy in the simplest of things. The sight of her chasing a sunbeam or pouncing on a leaf blowing in the breeze was enough to bring laughter bubbling to the surface. She taught us that life’s true treasures lie in the small, everyday moments of connection and love.

Our baby girl loved to hunt. In spring and autumn, Kitty found great joy in bringing home numerous presents. 🐭 We always knew she was coming as she would meow her special meow, so much louder than her normal gentle voice, we could hear her coming way before we spotted her. Her eyes shone with delight at her achievement, her pride radiating from her gentle soul.

And then, came the day her beautiful soul was taken from us. The day my heart shattered into trillions of pieces.  All because of someone’s reckless stupid mistake. A mistake that seems to be a common occurrence, especially on the road where our darling girl was hit by their car.

I’m ashamed to say, that anger bubbles furiously deep within my soul at the driver who took her irreplaceable life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not angry the she was knockdown, accidents happen, it’s the fact she was left at the side of the road to suffer. If only they had stopped and taken her to a vets, maybe just maybe it would have made a difference, maybe those few hours could have lead to a different outcome and if not at least she could have been pain-free.  Haven’t we already lost enough through idiotic joydrivers, who stole my dad’s life, and now our Kitty life was cut way to short. Both unnecessary tragedies have broken my heart, my spirit, leaving me lost and drowning in grief.  The pain of losing our Kitty is like a dagger to the heart, leaving an emptiness that will be impossible to fill. Her absence is felt in every beat of my heart, the heart that physically aches for her. 

To many, our furry babies are just cats or dogs but to me, Kitty was so much more than a pet, she was our family and her loss is equally as painful as losing a human being. That may be hard for you to understand but in reality I have spent more time with our fur babies especially Kitty and Zypher, than I do with any human being. 

They both have been my constant shadow, Kitty for 7 years and Zyp for 10. Every moment of those years, they have both been at my side, even following me to the bathroom. Kitty would often sit happily on the bathroom windowsill while I showered,  and would follow me to bed ever night, she was never far away unless she was hunting to bring us home her gifts. Mostly she would be on my lap snuggled into a blanket I was currently making.

In our grief, we find solace in the memories. I remember the times she curled up in my lap, her gentle purrs a comforting soundtrack to our lives. I recalled the playful moments, the mischievous glint in her eyes as she battled her catnip mouse or my yarn as I crocheted.  Each memory is a bittersweet reminder of the love we shared, a testament to the impact she had on our lives.

In the wake of Kitty’s passing, I know that her spirit lives on in our hearts. She may no longer be physically present, but her essence remains woven into the stories of our lives. Her lessons in love, companionship, and finding joy in the ordinary, I hope will continue to shape our days. Even though the pain of losing her, is deeply raw, I hope one day, I will be able to smile at our memories instead of crying hysterically and feeling so much guilt at not being able to say goodbye to the sweetest soul who stole my heart a trillion times over. A soulful present I have no idea how life even manages to continue without her in it. 💔

As I navigate my way through the stages of grief, I do so with gratitude for the gift of her gentle soul gave to our lives. She was more than just a pet she was a cherished member of our family, a source of boundless love, and a reminder that even in the face of loss, the power of love endures.

Rest in peace, my darling baby girl, my constant shadow. You will forever be with me in my heart. Though broken, I know the day will come when we will be reunited and all the trillions of pieces will perfectly fit back together again.

Until then my Kitty, please know how much I love you, how greatly you are missed and how honoured I am to have been your human mummy. 💔

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