Today has been a daze, a blur of tears and unhappiness. Days of wishful thinking taken away in a split second, that wrenching knotted feeling in my stomach released as grief takes over.
The news I had been expecting and dreading all week delivered caringly but quite bluntly by the lady at the RSPCA – “Yes he most definitely fits the description and the area but unfortunately your cat was found dead. Sorry.”
Silence. She carried on talking but I was no longer listening...
Elvis was born in Harrogate; we often joked that he was a posh cat, that if he could speak he would laugh at our common Sheffield accents. We were informed by the owner that he was a girl and after much deliberation named her Matilda. For a couple of weeks, it was all about the pink, that was until we took him to the vets who upon inspection found his willy and a quick name change was required. Without hesitation I blurted out Elvis - it seemed appropriate. My boyfriend, Darren had chosen him from a litter of 4 and he worshipped Elvis (Presley). We both worshipped my little friend – it would have been hard not too - the cute little man with the big attitude and the prettiest face. He was never really a Matilda, he was always our Elvis.
He quickly became part of our family, truth be known I had fallen in love with him from the very moment I set eyes on him and as for Darren he was putty in Elvis’s hands. He loved him every inch as much as I and I loved seeing them together, he brought out Darren’s soft side. I was by my own admission a pain in the bum and very over protective. I missed him when I had to go to work and made sure we had lots of cuddle time when I got home, often hogging him for hours on end. He was slightly long-haired and when he was a kitten he resembled a big walking fur ball. I would rub my face in his belly and he would purr away contently. He had massive paws and big hairy ears that were too big for his head. He often walked backwards like Micheal Jackson doing the moon walk which made the kids roll around with laughter. He was perfect. He brought fun; he completed our little family and somehow made us whole.
He saw 2 winters and one summer with us. Only last week Darren and I laughed as he tried to tackle the snow. He hated it. He loved the sun, but the sun didn’t like him. He would get too hot with all his fur and would often be found laid in the kitchen on the cool tiled floor. When he got too hot and started to pant I would wet him on the back of the neck with a little sponge to cool him down. It seems so cruel that his little life was taken away so quickly, that he won’t see another summer, that I won’t get chance to do that again.
I will miss everything about him but mostly the mornings when everybody else was in bed and it was just me and him. Mummy and Elvis time I used to call it when I would sit and sing made–up songs to him. As i was getting ready for work he would perch himself on the toilet seat and watch bemused as I put my make up on. Every-now and again he would jump down and rub his head on me for some attention or run off to jump on Darren and then come back to me. I’ve missed that all week... I suppose I’m going to have to get used to it never happening again. My heart aches at the thought and I am typing through my tears.
Somebody famously said ‘Elvis has left the building’....
He has but he will never leave our hearts. RIP Munchkin Pie; go and find Rosie she will take good care of you. xxx
A friend sent me this earlier today and in some little way it comforted me. I thought I would share it with you all:
Lend me a Kitten - author unknown
I will lend you a kitten, God said, For you to love while he lives and mourn when he is dead. Maybe for 12 or 13 years, or maybe just 2 or 3. But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief, You'll always have the memories as solace for your grief
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return but there are lessons taught below I want this Kitten to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true and from the folk that crowd life's land, I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love and not think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take My kitten home again?
My heart replied "My lord, thy will be done for all the love this kitten brings, the risk of grief I'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness and love him while we may, and for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay.
But if you call him back much sooner than we had planned please help us brave the bitter grief and try to understand"
"if by our love, your wishes we've managed to achieve, in memory of this Sweet, sweet love please help us while we grieve.
And when our cherished kitten departs this world of strife, please send us yet another one to love for all his life"
Until next time, Tracey xx