Re: Cats
I still miss the first cat I ever had, Gilbert was 19 when she passed away. She'd definitely used her 9 lives though, she'd survived being run over, being attacked by a cat, a dog, some mysterious illness and she wasn't able to walk, she was almost blind and got lost but found her way home. It was a stroke that eventually got her.
My second cat, Tiggy is still happy and healthy with my mum and dad and my cat Fudge is rather overweight (8.5kgs ) but even though he has FIV is still a huge bundle of love
I've always felt like I've had a 'special' connection with my cats, with Gilbert and Tiggy I remember they didn't turn up in the morning for breakfast but when I imagined them sat on the driveway a minute later they turned up in that spot!
Fudgey (thank god!) doesn't go outside because of his FIV, doubt my anxiety would cope! But he's like my baby, he follows me round all the time, he knows what I'm saying and I look forward to spending many more years with him
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I can't go back, but I can appreciate what I have right now, and I can define myself by what I am, instead of what I'm not. I'm alive. Everything else is negotiable.
Lizz