It's ironic that I read Amy's post only the other day about the sad loss of her dog and commented about how I had felt when our cat had appeared to go missing.
This is Emmy. She was the hunter of our two cats. She was the sort of cat that would only have cuddles if she chose to but when she did she wouldn't leave you alone. She would sit on your feet and warm them like a hot water bottle. We always called her the clever cat.
In the summer she went missing. For over a month. We assumed we had lost her for good before one day she turned up at our old house. Out of the blue she was back.
I spoke to Mum on the phone on Monday and just before we said goodbye she told me the sad news. That our sweet Emmy cat had been knocked over on the road. Thankfully she appeared not to have suffered but she had passed away.
I don't often talk about our pets on the blog but like Amy I didn't think it would feel like this. We knew we lived near a busy road and we knew that one of the cats being hit was a real possibility but still. I didn't think it would bring a lump to my throat the second time. The sweet cat really did use up all her nine lives and its hard to know that this time she won't come strolling in again.
Emmy cat. Very loved.