I’ve found it difficult to come back to this blog since Blossom died as my last couple of entries about her make me cry.
I miss her horribly. I miss her vocalisations. I missed her this morning when I woke up and found Daphne (more on her in a minute) asleep on my chest: I used to wake up and find Blossom asleep on my chest. I keep expecting to see her come through the catflap, or to find her asleep on my bed or in one of her cosy spots.
But I am so so pleased to have Daphne. She’s a tiny (though very fast-growing) grey and white kitten who, like Blossom, came from the wonderful Battersea Dogs and Cats home.
The loss of our previous cat was particularly traumatic for me. Was in bed with a cold (or man flu) and our 4 year old cat Pollyanna jumped on the bed and moments later had a seizure and died right in front of my eyes.
It took about 18 months or so before I could even consider getting another cat and during that time I was depressed, a paranoid hypochondriac (which resulted in me getting TMJ & neuralgia).
I wish we’d got another cat sooner, but on the other hand we wouldn’t have Daisy
You left a note on my blog about a month and a half ago about my dog Jake, and I’m ashamed to say I haven’t replied because I haven’t logged into wordpress in much too long. I’m so sorry about your cat, Blossom. I hope there is some solace in knowing that you gave her such a happy life and in having your memories of her.