15yrs ago we got our eldest cat Millie-John didn't want cats so she was mine-only Millie had other ideas despite me being the one feeding her she followed John everywhere and I mean everywhere. If he sat anywhere she was next to him and tasting everything he ate, if he was in his shed she laid in there and in the Summer when he was in the greenhouse she was there-he even made her a bed in there. When he became bedbound she stayed on the end of his bed giving a tirade of abuse when she had to be moved.
The day before he died she spent all after-noon sat on his chest just staring into his face-then the next day when he died she spent all day in the greenhouse.
When we brought the box containing his ashes home they were on a unit in the front room while we decided what to do with them, so she slept on the box every night.
Now John didn't want to leave this house where he had lived since he was 2yrs old, that's why we never got to downsize before, so we put a few of his ashes in the garden which he loved and placed a large stone over the spot-so Millie used to go out and lay on the stone.
Yesterday almost two years since John died (just short of our 55yrs anniversary)I was washing up and saw her walk down the path-she never went out of the garden- she stood staring at the stone for a while-walked a few steps and turned to stand and stare again-what a strong bond to have with someone who didn't want a cat. as for the rest of us-well she tolerates us is all I can say.
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Thank you for dropping by.
Carol x x x
