I just wanted to share one of the hardest days of my life. I could post
pictures, but since this only happened 1 1/2 hours ago I am not yet ready
to see my cat's beautiful face as only a memory. Today was a busy day, with people here at the farm and precious time spent
with old friends, talking horses, being with the horses, and working on a
troublesome lap top. I did chores late, and realized I had not yet grained the horses in the
valley (Bob Cook, Arne, Stylish Sharon, Strawberry, Little John and
Steelin Apples). I loaded the bucket with grain and did my first trek
down there, only to discover, at dark, they had no hay left. I drove the
few miles back and loaded my truck up with hay as high as I possibly
could. Usually the cats and dogs gather round, but I do not recall seeing
Tigger. Tigger came to us as a kitten, afraid of being touched. She was
abandoned and we kept her inside, and with time she became our closest
companion cat. Before I could get her spayed she blessed us with four
kittens. I will never forget her depending on us to help her with the
delivery. She was the kind of cat that would sit at the window until we
let her in, would cuddle by my head at night and give me kisses. In the
early morning she would wake me up for breakfast. She always had a kind
of little "leap" that was a happy leap that she did when we were outside
doing things together. I went to the valley to feed horses hay, and when I got back the dogs and
cats were all in the driveway, as if to block my way. I stopped the truck
and waited for the sea of dogs and cats to part so I could get through. I
saw Tigger to my right and Winnie to my left. I stopped. I waited. I
saw both cats, so moved forward, ever so slowly. I heard a thump under my
wheel and could not even think of what had just happened. I shut the truck off and in the dark I groped my way down the driveway. I
thought I saw Tigger lying in a heap in the driveway but could not believe
what I might have just done. I went screaming into the house, and Rachel
and Craig went outside to check, and found her, no longer breathing. I have come to question why a cat who was abandoned and came to trust
people so much and be so loving and kind would be taken so soon. Worse
yet, I am the person that took her life. I have a lot of questions right
now that make me question God's goodness and mercy, but I just don't
understand why she went back underneath that truck. I have wailed, cried, sobbed, screamed, and my kids have cried. Nothing
will bring her back. Life is so hard. I am heartbroken. She was only
three years old.
pictures, but since this only happened 1 1/2 hours ago I am not yet ready
to see my cat's beautiful face as only a memory. Today was a busy day, with people here at the farm and precious time spent
with old friends, talking horses, being with the horses, and working on a
troublesome lap top. I did chores late, and realized I had not yet grained the horses in the
valley (Bob Cook, Arne, Stylish Sharon, Strawberry, Little John and
Steelin Apples). I loaded the bucket with grain and did my first trek
down there, only to discover, at dark, they had no hay left. I drove the
few miles back and loaded my truck up with hay as high as I possibly
could. Usually the cats and dogs gather round, but I do not recall seeing
Tigger. Tigger came to us as a kitten, afraid of being touched. She was
abandoned and we kept her inside, and with time she became our closest
companion cat. Before I could get her spayed she blessed us with four
kittens. I will never forget her depending on us to help her with the
delivery. She was the kind of cat that would sit at the window until we
let her in, would cuddle by my head at night and give me kisses. In the
early morning she would wake me up for breakfast. She always had a kind
of little "leap" that was a happy leap that she did when we were outside
doing things together. I went to the valley to feed horses hay, and when I got back the dogs and
cats were all in the driveway, as if to block my way. I stopped the truck
and waited for the sea of dogs and cats to part so I could get through. I
saw Tigger to my right and Winnie to my left. I stopped. I waited. I
saw both cats, so moved forward, ever so slowly. I heard a thump under my
wheel and could not even think of what had just happened. I shut the truck off and in the dark I groped my way down the driveway. I
thought I saw Tigger lying in a heap in the driveway but could not believe
what I might have just done. I went screaming into the house, and Rachel
and Craig went outside to check, and found her, no longer breathing. I have come to question why a cat who was abandoned and came to trust
people so much and be so loving and kind would be taken so soon. Worse
yet, I am the person that took her life. I have a lot of questions right
now that make me question God's goodness and mercy, but I just don't
understand why she went back underneath that truck. I have wailed, cried, sobbed, screamed, and my kids have cried. Nothing
will bring her back. Life is so hard. I am heartbroken. She was only
three years old.
