For those who are aware of the stray cat that adopted me last year. I regret to inform you that she passed away early this morning. Twiggy suffered a seizure and failed to recover. I have owned dogs all my life and never have I seen an animal nor a human suffer a seizure. So it was a most disturbing experience for me to witness. I had caught sight of her through out the day, walking about and to all intents and purposes looked quite well . Twiggy had gained weight since last year and her coat was shining.
Some may recall that I also lost my best buddy “Cherno-the Fearless” last year. It was after Cherno passed away that Twiggy turned up at my back door. Emaciated , her coat totally out of condition and virtually blind from cataracts. Twiggy did not cut a dash upon her entrance into my life, quite the opposite I must admit. A most sorry and disheveled sight indeed. However as I had no animal to care for since Cherno died, my instinct to care for an animal shone through. With a little twisting of my arm by a friend, I soon found myself in Wilkinson’s buying Cat food for the first time in my life.
Twiggy was unapproachable at first, but then began to stop hissing at me and indeed ventured to enter my kitchen, to eat her food and drink her milk. Twiggy was becoming quite used to me and i fond of her. Indeed she had began to hang around in the kitchen after eating her breakfast. Previously Twiggy would eat, drink her milk and then disappear like a rat up a drain pipe.
I slept on the sofa last night, hoping Twiggy would pull round and so would need my help. About 4am I was woken by a strange sound coming from the wet room where she ended up during her seizure. I lifted the old jacket that I had placed carefully over her body to keep her warm. I saw her four legs out stretched in the air quivering ever so slightly, then after a minuet or so they stopped quivering and slowly came to rest in front of her. I believe this was the moment her little heart stopped beating.
I replaced the jacket, covering her completely this time, switched out the light and returned to the sofa. I just sat there in the silence, until I received a text from a friend, who I had text shortly after Twiggy had begun the seizure. I had informed her about what was happening . I just needed contact with someone while poor Twiggy was writhing on the floor. It was a horrid experience. Specially as it culminated in Twiggy losing her battle for life.
TO SEE MYSELF AS NOTHING IS WISDOM, TO SEE MYSELF AS EVERYTHING IS LOVE. BETWEEN THESE STATES I MOVE. AN ENGLISH NONE BELIEVER AND DEVOUT CARNIVORE.
Interests: PAINT SHOP PRO, NATURE IN ALL HER GUISES, "FREEDOM OF SPEECH"
"ONIONS ARE BABY MOONS WRAPPED UP IN BROWN PAPER".