THE PREMATURE death of a pet is a shock. I finished work today at 5pm and found out my wee cheeky cheety kat, Thomas, was deid. Gone forever. AhDinnaeKen gets maudlin and sentimental and chokes back the tears:
By Longshanker aka @ergasiophobe
THIS IS my tribute to my wee pal.
He was a runt. A wee bugger. A prolific bird killer – a behaviour which witnessed me close to strangling him umpteen times. But I loved him nevertheless.
And he’s dead now. Killed by who knows what or whom. Two years old. Barely out of kittenhood.
Affectionate, lovable, friendly and always amusing: particularly when I buzzed him with my mini drone and he whacked the life out of it and continued to hunt it forever after.
He never failed to greet me when I got in from work, climbing on top of the bonnet and windscreen to say hello. Eagerly following me into the house because he knew he’d be fed straight away. Cats are like that. I know.
He always joined us at night on the bed and slept the night through: But never failed to ask to get outside as soon as you got up – even if it was only for a pee at 4am in the morning.
Good natured and always up for a cuddle – he particularly liked his whole head being held in the palm of your hand while you rubbed his ears in a circular motion with your fingers- he was just a great wee guy.
He was a wee honey and I still can’t believe he’s gone.
Take care Thomas, you’ll have a place in my heart forever.