A sad, sad Hello to you dear friends & readers,
A few days ago I had to say Goodbye to my precious little Jinxy Girl after she was killed on our road.
My heart is heavy with grief as I type this.
It seems difficult to believe that I snapped this photo just one day prior to her death
I had been wandering around the garden looking for something inspiring to photograph & saw her watching me from under my old wooden wheelbarrow
What struck me was how well she looked after many months of caring for her & trying to get her to put weight on.
As I never knew the date she was born ... a litter of 4 wild kittens just appeared in my front garden last autumn ... I can only guess she would have been about a month shy of her first birthday when she died.
I left food every day in the front garden but their Mum kept shifting them as she didn't like me trying to interact with them. And then the frosts came & I found them one morning, all sleeping in my old dogs kennel, that I had still kept.
It became apparent how much smaller you were than the others ... you were such a wee dot.
A puff of wind could've blown you over
(in fact one day, a puff of wind actually blew you sideways as I watched you trying to run across the lawn)
You seemed constantly chilled & would let me bring you inside by the fire or the heater ... but you would only last about 10 minutes & you would be gone again, searching for the others . . .
. . . who frequently went off & left you all alone for long periods of time
We fed all 4 of you day & night ... but your Mum didn't like it & still took you away lots ... you were all quite wild really.
I named you Little Sickie with your sad face & your weepy eyes
Your sister "Whitey" was killed by a truck at the depot yard, & I found a good home for "Squawker" to live.
That left just you & your brother, Blackie. I invested in a cat cage & finally managed to get you into the Vets.
You had bad cat flu & bronchitus & she gave me 2 weeks of special antibiotics to give you.
After 24 hours you disappeared again, so I made the decision to lock you & Blackie inside for the time being.
Then, it became pandemonium for awhile . . .
I kept you shut inside through a cold wet winter for about 8 weeks in total.
You loved it & thrived . . . Blackie - he barely tolerated it.
As your health improved we renamed you little "Jinxy"
We tipped our little house "on its ear" making games & tunnels for you both to play in
You were always right therebeing a pain assisting me whatever I was doing, you loved my crafty pastimes
You were mischievious, rascally & often just plain naughty ... but like with any naughty child, I always forgave you when I saw you sleeping - your sweet little face & your curled up toes never failed to melt my heart
From day one, I always noticed how you loved to sleep in contact with one of your siblings, always tucked up right next to someone
You were such a treasure little Jinxy, my dear sweet girl.
I had never experienced kittens before, I had always inherited other peoples "cast off cats" that needed rehoming.
You tipped my world on its head but you bought me endless joy & pleasure
I felt a tight knot of such deep love for you right in the centre of my chest where I imagine my heart to be.
We miss you so very much already.
And as for dear Blackie . . . he is just lost & lonely.
He wonders where his nutty, dippy, loopy sister has gone to. We are giving him extra special love, care & attention.
Sometimes I was sure there were multiple personalities inside that tiny wee head of yours dear Jinxy ...
& I loved every single one
I shall think of you every year when I put the lights on my christmas tree & I will remember to leave a special place underneath it in memory of you
Rest in peace my sweet little Jinxy girl
Thank You for the immense joy you bought me in your short lifetime
I shall carry your memory with me in a special place in my heart.
with much love,
Julie & Blackie
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(click on the pic to enlarge to see how really tiny she was) |
A puff of wind could've blown you over
(in fact one day, a puff of wind actually blew you sideways as I watched you trying to run across the lawn)
You seemed constantly chilled & would let me bring you inside by the fire or the heater ... but you would only last about 10 minutes & you would be gone again, searching for the others . . .
. . . who frequently went off & left you all alone for long periods of time
We fed all 4 of you day & night ... but your Mum didn't like it & still took you away lots ... you were all quite wild really.
I named you Little Sickie with your sad face & your weepy eyes
Your sister "Whitey" was killed by a truck at the depot yard, & I found a good home for "Squawker" to live.
That left just you & your brother, Blackie. I invested in a cat cage & finally managed to get you into the Vets.
After 24 hours you disappeared again, so I made the decision to lock you & Blackie inside for the time being.
Then, it became pandemonium for awhile . . .
I kept you shut inside through a cold wet winter for about 8 weeks in total.
You loved it & thrived . . . Blackie - he barely tolerated it.
As your health improved we renamed you little "Jinxy"
We tipped our little house "on its ear" making games & tunnels for you both to play in
You were always right there
You were mischievious, rascally & often just plain naughty ... but like with any naughty child, I always forgave you when I saw you sleeping - your sweet little face & your curled up toes never failed to melt my heart
From day one, I always noticed how you loved to sleep in contact with one of your siblings, always tucked up right next to someone
Yes - we had you speyed ... this took two attempts at the Vets, you almost didn't survive the first anaesthetic |
You were such a treasure little Jinxy, my dear sweet girl.
I had never experienced kittens before, I had always inherited other peoples "cast off cats" that needed rehoming.
You tipped my world on its head but you bought me endless joy & pleasure
I felt a tight knot of such deep love for you right in the centre of my chest where I imagine my heart to be.
We miss you so very much already.
And as for dear Blackie . . . he is just lost & lonely.
He wonders where his nutty, dippy, loopy sister has gone to. We are giving him extra special love, care & attention.
Sometimes I was sure there were multiple personalities inside that tiny wee head of yours dear Jinxy ...
& I loved every single one
photo borrowed from Sue's blog |
Rest in peace my sweet little Jinxy girl
I shall carry your memory with me in a special place in my heart.
with much love,
Julie & Blackie
x0x0x0