I just realized that I never really posted anything about our cats on this blog, except once where one of our cats got lost and when she returned and I just made a draft, but I never published it, i made the post because the temporary loss did hit me very hard, but at the end, i never really posted anything, which is very strange, because now as I think about it, those cats (especially Tiger) were actually the one thing I really deeply cared about and still do.
they both gone now, and we have other cats now, but one was different, Tiger, the Persian-American mix, which we got almost dead, even the VET at the time did say like “she will be dead in less than 3 months”, that was 16 Years ago! She stayed by my side for the whole time.
I never really expressed what this animal meant to me, she was one of the most important piece in my life, and she did know it.
At the bitter end, where i had to watch her die. walked i to the examination room were she stayed the night already, said “come, lets go home” (while she was lay on the cold table with stuff attached to her, unableto move or even see a thing).
Yet, she looked at me, made her last Miau, and her heard stop beating while i was walking towards her.
Just writing this made me cry, re-living this unbelievably painful experience, exactly 3 years ago today (August 20 2023), yet i can remember this moment like it was just a few moments ago.
We have one picture of Som and Tiger made by my good friend Günter, i had it printed out, it’s hanging in the new house near the stairs, which is another problem, because now we’re even further away from their graves. It’s very strange why that is and how it is. I cannot really explain.
