The house is still, no sounds to wake
The two-legged oafs
Who cried and moaned and quaked,
When sleeping is all the effort I’ll ever make. Continue reading
Posted in Life of Tarzan, Poetry, Weekly Trail
Tagged blogging, blogs, death, family, friendship, love, pets, poems, poetry
Last night, I had to say my last, I love you, and sing my last Goodnight song to another member of our family: Tarzan, our 17 year old cat.
Watching him suffer over the past few months meant it was a bittersweet moment when he closed his eyes for the last time and I held him in my arms, a moment that I barely managed to cope with. As I gulped down the lump in my throat and gently stroked his ragged fur, my children’s lives flashed before my eyes. This beautiful feline had filled their daily moments with such happy memories, memories which were coming to an end as the light dimmed in his eyes.
Darjeeling was no ordinary cat. He was run over in the first year of his life, was rushed to an unknown vet and disappeared from our lives for about three months. I still don’t know how I managed to track him down (he hadn’t even been chipped yet). I do know it took several phone calls and visits to shelters in different towns, RSPCA centres and endless calls to random cat people who knew someone who knew someone. In the end, I tracked him to a cat shelter in Twyford and sped off with my two babies in tow, determined to rescue my little Darjeeling cat.
He is the only cat I’ve ever met who could call both my Hubble and myself by name in a voice loud enough to wake our neighbours. Standing on the flat roof of our downstairs cloakroom, which was just below our bedroom window, he would call our names out to the stars until we woke and opened the window for him. If we didn’t wake in time, our neighbours would kindly inform us that he was calling all night long!
Fighting various common cat illnesses throughout his life, he managed to live up to the strength of his name – Tarzan – and was a legend in our family. He will be remembered for his love of climbing thin branches and swinging from them; giving us the stink eye when he wasn’t fed on time; and bravely staying with us through five house moves in his lifetime.
His final resting place, our dream home, will be a testament to his well-deserved rest after a very full life. To say we loved him would be an understatement. He was our cat legend, our sweet Darjeeling, our Tarzan.
Welcome back to the bat cave for a quick catch up and coffee.
The sun has been out today and the garden was beckoning me all day, asking for a gentle hand to weed the borders and pot the geraniums. Of course, I just had to oblige!
Have you had a chance to enjoy the wonderful weather? All that was missing was the smell of a bbq to make the day perfect.
I’m happy to say studies are coming to a conclusion as my final exam date draws nearer. I haven’t given it the full attention it deserves though, as writing commitments have taken precedence. ‘Space Dust’ has been submitted to the library for review for the Summer Reading Challenge and my new crime novel, ‘There’s Something About Harry’ is finally turning the corner. It’s all happening and keeping me busy, but in a good way.
The rest of the family have their fair share of daunting deadlines and exams in the next few weeks, so the house is bustling with busy bees working very hard. We are all looking forward to the summer holidays. Six weeks of relaxation after such a hectic half year will be more than welcome.
How does your family handle the pressure of exams? What do you do to keep the stress levels down? We find listening to music and watching episodes of Friends a great way to detox. Dancing like MC Hammer and Bobby Brown just adds to the fun too!
Well, it’s time for me to get back to the grindstone. Let me know how your weekend has been. It’s always nice to catch up with you.
Have a great week.
Posted in If We Were Having Coffee, Weekly Trail
Tagged #mondayblogs, #MondayCoffee, #mondaycoffeeshare, #writingcommunity, bloggers, blogging, blogs, books, family, friendship, Readers, writing
Suffering the loss of a family pet might seem trivial to some, but for those who have shared their lives with a four legged friend, that loss can be devastating. Continue reading