When we were forced to put to sleep our last kitten, after a long illness, Mr Brandy, we couldn't stop crying for days, actually months. He had a tough life before he found us, but then was the king of the house and gave us so much joy and affection and he seemed to perceive our very thoughts. We had many cats, but nobody was like him. I hope nobody gets scared if I say that we still feel his loving presence around us. The pain was so deep that even today I can't convince myself to adopt a new kitty.Last night, after a long illness, I had to say goodbye to my best friend of 14 years. The pain and emptiness is unbearable; I feel so lost.
The Chartelaine and her beard are unworthy of a dog's love.
We like to think that it was Brandy who found us. In fact we were looking for a Persian cat, because they are very goodnatured and love staying at home. We don't have a garden, but a very huge terrace, going all around and full of plants. So we found this ad in the local paper as the lady who owned him was always away for work. When we got into the small flat, there he was, watching outside the window with his back to us and he didn't move. He was all scruffy and unkept poor thing. The lady said he had a bad character. Well, who wouldn't in his place??
Then, all of a sudden, he literally jumped on my lap... and he conquered my heart. We like to think that he got fed up with her and put an ad to find a new family: And so he did!
So I can very well understand what you feel. I'm so sorry.
Here he is Mr Brandy in all his glory
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