We don't know what happened to Popina - she disappeared without a trace while I was on vacation. Sick to my stomach, I am. Cried myself to sleep for a week. If Cooper is my right arm, Popina was my left. I can't describe just how much of a void she left.
Today, on what would have been her second birthday, I'm officially giving up hope.
Godspeed my little Poppet. 'Til we meet again.
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Hi Ann,
I was so sorry to hear this. You have my heartfelt sympathies.
They bring us so much happiness but when we lose them, whatever the reason, they bring us so much pain.
Thanks Demelza. Poppy was a special cat, a real diva, and she had me literally from the second she was born. It makes me sad that I tried so hard to give her, her siblings, and her Mom the best care. I had everyone spayed, neutered, vaccinated, found FABULOUS homes for all of them, and they're all alive today, except for Popina. It breaks my heart.
Oh how sad. I hate it when stuff like that happens. She was a very pretty kitty.
Thanks for your thoughts, Robin. She was the best kitty, a real wild free-spirit, and I knew her time was limited. There was no way I could have restricted her access to the great out-of-doors. I've never seen a more prey-driven cat in my life, and I've seen a few. I just wish she could have hung on for a few more years...
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