Two years ago this week, a beautiful little stray cat turned up on our door-stop and decided to make her new home with us. Despite already having a cat and two dogs, this didn't deter her in the slightest on moving in and whipping her new owners into shape.
She had a short life, but the life she had with us was full of love, joy and curiosity. We named her Bella when she first arrived, these are the first pictures I took of her:
Where she came from and what her past held was full of mystery.
Her passing was full of mystery.
One of the workmen found her outside our front gate this morning, he didn't want to move her so quickly found my other half (Mark) who picked her up and realised all was not well. I had gone out shopping and had just driven up outside the house to see her in her Mark's arms, I ushered him into the car and drove to the vets, but by this time it was too late, she had passed away. There wasn't any visible signs of injury to her body, we don't think she could have been hit by a car thankfully. She must have died from natural causes is the only conclusion we can arrive at.
She managed to get herself home to be found, she was once lost, then found.
Dear Spice, you have given us all such wonderful happy memories of you. I feel very honoured that you chose us to live out your days with us. You were deeply loved, and brought me much joy, but I suspect you already knew that, that's why you chose to stay.
For a small cat, you have left a massive hole in my heart, and it is me who is now feeling a little lost without you.
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