Recently when our cat Zakk went missing, I was surprised by the messages from well-wishers around the world. As most of you know, Zakk was found, via the internet, after nearly 3 weeks. He’s been much more of a home body since his return – still preferring to sleep outside, but making more frequent returns and occasionally peeing in my bathtub. He’s currently nursing an infected paw and is on antibiotics, but is otherwise back to good health.
Today, I am doubly grateful for his safe return, as yesterday we lost out other dear boy, Angus. That morning Angus lay on the deck, sunning himself while I scratched his head; half an hour later there was a knock at the door. A nice woman and her daughter asked me if I have a big white and ginger cat, as one has just been hit by a car. A terrible part of me, hoped that it was Tom, the beautiful, friendly cat from a couple of doors down, but luckily for Tom (and his equally lovely owner) it was not.
It was heartbreaking to lift his still warm, but limp body out of the gutter and into my baby-bath. I was terrified that he would move or make a sound, I hoped like hell he hadn’t survived injuries like that. Small blessings prevailed and he was gone. I covered him up, so the the kids didn’t see and called Husband. Husband moved him into a cardboard box and we had a burial for Angus in the back yard, our daughter wrote Angus a letter and drew a picture of him doing his favourite thing: scavenging pizza off somebody’s dinner plate. Later she drew a picture for Lita because “Angus is Lita’s only kitty friend”.
Angus was a supremely affectionate cat, he loved everyone whether they liked it or not. If there was a spare lap, it was for him. It was nice to know that he was always in the mood for a cuddle when I needed it. I will miss him immensely.