Bob, last week was your third birthday. That morning you didn’t come home, which was very strange and very unlike you. We went off to work and hoped that you were having too much fun to come home for food and would be back home eagerly waiting for us when we finished work. We returned from work and you still weren’t there.
We live near a busy main road, I naively like to think that you wouldn’t venture over there, there are plenty of gardens around here why would you want to? Deep down I knew you went over there, across that busy main road is a hospital sat in huge grounds, a huge play area for a young cat like you. I knew it but I knew that road was dangerous and didn’t like the thought of you crossing it.
On the night of your birthday Spencer went out looking for you. You never stay out this long so we knew that something was up. Our suspicions were confirmed when Spencer realised that a tabby cat had been hit over on that dangerous main road and killed. On your third birthday you were hit over and killed.
We still haven’t found the body nor had a phone call to let us know but we know it was you. Over a week has passed and you haven’t come home. I know coincidences happen but this is too big a coincidence. You were microchipped so we had hoped that we would get a phone call, but we haven’t.
Your passing hit us hard, particularly as you were Aria’s favourite. Her first word was Bob and poor Kitty is always referred to as Bob. Aria keeps calling you and Kitty isn’t herself. She was off her food but in true Kitty style that didn’t last long! She is still walking around the house meowing, looking for you and is definitely more needy than usual.
We miss you Bob, my handsome little man, you were taken far too soon, the only comfort that we can take from this is the knowledge that you had a good life and were very well looked after.
We were looking at getting a new kitten before you went (well I was trying to persuade Spencer!), you and Kitty are far too sensible and know to run away from Aria, I had hoped that a younger kitten would form a bond with her. For now the kitten can wait. I can’t replace Bob and I don’t want to replace Bob, getting a new kitten just doesn’t feel right.
I love having cats and I think I always will have cats. I hate the constant worry that cats bring with them. One of the great things about having cats is that they can look after theirselves, they are great pets for busy working families who don’t have time to walk pets. This upside is also the downside, they are such fragile little creatures that this freedom is dangerous.