Dear nanny, thank you for explaining. It cannot have been easy to do that.
It’s terrible that your beloved Tank was stolen. Who would do such a thing? One of my cats simply disappeared one Saturday in 1991. Annie wasn’t a pedigree like Tank, she was ‘just’ a lovely friendly white and black young girl - her mother was a stray who came to me one Mother’s Day and proceeded to have four kittens that same day, one of whom was Annie. Needless to say they all stayed, in addition to all those I already had, but steps were taken to ensure they wouldn’t produce more kittens! You imagine the worst don’t you and the not knowing is a torture that never stops. I don’t look at photos, they can be too painful. I see all my lovely pets in my mind’s eye and memories and love are something no-one can take from you. I’m sure you will never give up hope of being reunited with Tank and I pray that will happen.
You lost your beloved Fat Cat so recently, you mourn him as you would any family member because that’s what he was - and always will be. No-one stops being a loved member of their family when they pass away and of course you grieve and will always love him. I hope you’re able to feel he is now in God’s care, until you too pass away and can meet him again. I find that a great comfort.
I’m so pleased you still have two cats. They will quietly understand and give you comfort. You have done so well with Binks and have a true gift for winning the trust and love of cats. I fed a feral cat here until he suddenly disappeared three and a half years ago. I never found out what happened to him. He communicated in hisses so I called him Sid after Hissing Sid. I met him when he was eating food I’d put out for the birds. He wouldn’t come in but got to waiting for his food and eventually let me stroke him as he ate. I can still feel his warm fur. I had hoped that one day he would come and live with us but it wasn’t to be. Nevertheless I still count him amongst my many pets and hope to meet him again.
The very special gift all our pets give is, as you say, their unconditional love and companionship no matter who we are or how we feel. They don’t judge us and I have said many times, as have others, the more I see of people the more I value my pets. Friends who are always there and ask very little of us but who make our lives complete, worth living sometimes. A reason to get up, to keep going.
Doodle and Annie express their sympathy so much more eloquently than I do so please forgive the clumsiness of my words, but I know your sorrow is deep and still very raw. Time helps the rawness to heal but the memories of the love and devotion our pets gave us will be with us always. As Annie says, grief is the price we pay but despite the pain it’s such a small price for the years of love and companionship. I wish you many years of kisses and cuddles from Binks and your little RSPCA rescue, who thanks to your kindness and generosity knows what it is to be treasured. And with any other cats in need of love who find their way to you - because they will, that’s the way it always happened with me. x