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!
We met in the dark
Your eyes shone as you approached
Keeping the distance you made your moves
Weeks had passed since I last saw you
I had to let you go
You didn’t want to be with me
The choice you made was hard to swallow
I fought it off initially
Seeing it as a phase which would pass
But you were determined
The nights without you continued
When I brought you back in
Within minutes you vanished again
Back to the open door
WIth the food waiting for you
You no longer wanted to be with me
As painful as any loss can be
So to my surprise this night
The pain had subsided
Making room for somehing bigger
A feeling of love and compassion
As you carefully approached me
Never close enough to touch
But my heart was moved deeply
You were at home now
And yet you didn’t forget about me
As you turned around
And walked back to the door
Your meow resounded in my heart
I may have lost you to the neighbour
For the first I know
I truely found you
Thank you White Spot
My dear friend, what are you looking at? You stare in the distance certain of your aim As your glance penetrates the grass Your ears pick up the sounds around us What do your senses tell? How wondrous to sit right beside you And seeing a whole different world
As the camera points towards you You let me know with a familiar meow That it surely is a cats’ honor and duty To look as if one is deeply involved In a staring contest twenty-four-seven And know that no one can beat you If I promise i won’t mention the birds
White Spot was lying on the bed so peacefully, gave me the opportunity to do some close-ups of him. Very characteristic face, much bigger than his little brother’s face.
White Spot coming to check the camera while i was trying to capture Pooh – who had his face looking the other way. So i took a few shots from White Spot.. two sweethearts who keep me good company 🙂
