He was such a lovely, slinky boy. He loved jumping up in my lap, stretching out the full length of my legs and hanging his head over my knees. He loved having his tummy tickled - such soft white fur. He loved looking upsidedown at things - lunchtime on the day he died I was heating up some baked beans, and he ran to see what was in the tin I'd opened. He stood by my feet and looked up at me with the biggest, most beautiful eyes.
He was always jumping up on things and running around, such a scampy boy. He had a favourite toy, a piece of hyperbolic crochet on a string that I'd wave for him. He'd catch it in mid air, and carry it away to a corner to disembowl.
I'm glad he died quickly, and in the arms of someone who loved him very much. RIP Tombly Boy.
I'm sorry to hear this Earwig - how we love our furry friends. It is good that it was so quick, so painless, by the sounds of things, and, as you say, in the arms of the One Who Loved Him. God bless.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alison - someone on the Ship of Fools adapted the BCP when a friend's cat died, and I thought this was lovely:
ReplyDelete"Acknowledge, we humbly beseech thee, a sheep of thine own fold, a lamb of thine own flock, a kitten of thine own litter. Receive him into the arms of thy mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the menagerie in light."