When one of my two cats (Pooh) died last year, his brother White Spot soon left the house. He was then already going often to a neighbour who had better food waiting outside for him. I tried to get him back, but he was persistent. After a while i decided to accept the situation, as i could tell it was only bringing me frustration and anger and White Spot sure wasn’t coming home. If i took him with me, he ran off straight away.
So he had been living with the neighbour for over a year now. The neighbour came to my door today, to say that White Spot is not doing well. I went there to visit my old friend and he sure wasn’t looking good. He was very weak and it looks like he’ll soon pass over to the other side. So if you want, keep my little friend in your thoughts and prayers. He was the naughty of the two, shy at first but later on he proofed to be the boss of the neighbourhood. Sad to see him suffering today, but that’s life. I wish he will pass over quickly without too much pain and suffering
Both you and Pooh were lovely friends, great company and great support.. goodbye my friends!
A five-petaled clover