May 20th 2013 2:13 pm
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This is the first time I've felt that I could write. The pain of the last fortnight has been unbearable. Both Dad and I have spent hours upon hours crying.
The day you disappeared I knew within about 2 hours that you'd gone. It was very strange I just had this horrid feeling and I couldn't shake it off. Dad was annoyed with me because he said it would be impossible to know, but I knew, Buzz, I just knew. It was a dark feeling filled with panic and fear. It stayed with me.
That first week we walked for miles and miles, calling and calling you looking in every small space we could find. All the neighbours checked their garages and sheds for us and looked for you. They kept a very close eye. I posted 500 leaflets in letter boxes. The girls who live next door deliver the local paper, very kindly put a poster of you in each paper and delivered them. I put posters up in shops, diy stores and anywhere I thought your face would get noticed. It generated one sighting and then it wasn't you. The agony of not knowing where you were was unbearable. I knew you'd already died. As I posted every leaflet and with every call of your name, deep down inside I knew it was pointless, but I couldn't stop not while there was even he smallest chance of finding you again.
I listened to the scratch pole being scratched and no kitty being there and I heard the catflap unlock but no cat was there. I think it was you Buzz telling me that you'd gone.
The day I got the telephone call from the man at the rail company telling me that they'd found your collar. At first I thought that was great because that meant you'd been there so in a way it was a sighting but then it dawned on me what he was telling me. You'd been killed on the railway line.
I never thought I would have to live through the pain of losing another beautiful furbaby in such tragic circumstances. Losing little Alfie to FIP was horrendous. You and Boo filled our lives with fun and laughter and healed our hearts when he left us. Now Buzz we must find a way through the pain and the sadness. I don't want tears when I think of you. I want to remember the fun you brought us, the laughter, the smiles and the love and affection you gave us. I want to remember you as you were.
We love you Buzz. It will never fade. We hope and pray that you are at rainbow bridge having fun with Little Alfie.
I believe that when I die I will be surrounded by all my beloved furs from the past, the present and maybe the future. Until that day comes my beautiful baby have fun with Alfie and watch over you sister Boo.
I miss you baby. Sleep tight.
May 15th 2013 1:46 pm
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How I miss you. I cannot bear what happened to you and I can't help feeling I should have protected you more.
I can't write anymore just yet it is just too painful.
I love you baby.
Wherever you are please forgive me.
May 13th 2013 4:23 am
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I have had the news I was dreading. Buzz was killed on the railway line by a train. The line isn't very near to us so I am assuming he lost his bearings and wandered there by mistake.
He was my beautiful furbaby and I adored him.
Thank you all so much for your kind support.
I ama too griefstriken at the moment to write any more, but I just wanted to let those of you know who have sent me kind messages the news.
March 14th 2012 1:48 pm
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Well I finally made it to Milton Keynes. My new human came to collect me from my first home. She took me and my sister Boo in a big carrier and said goodbye to everyone. Charlotte had a few tears, but was really pleased to see me and Boo going to our new furever home.
Eighty miles we travelled, sometimes we slept and sometimes we started crawling up the side of the carrier so that Mum would sing to us. She couldn't talk to us because we wanted her to sing so we just cried until she did. She sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow in a very high pitched squeaky voice. She told our Dad that it was the only song that quietened us down and made us go to sleep. She said she sounded like a cats chorus and that's why we must have liked it. She said she had a sore throat but she would do anything to make our journey comfortable and stress free.
Mum and Dad made us feel right at home, feeding us lovely Felix kitten food and cat biscuits. Ooh and we got a lovely igloo to sleep in. Lifes good.
After a couple of days we met Dave and Ollie. They are big scary cats, but Dave is already starting to like us. When we walk past him he tries to clean our heads and he lets Boo play with his tail. Mum says Ollie is disgusted but he has been sniffing me, so maybe he is gonna come round after all.
Mum asked Milo to be my catfather. He is a proud as can be. He is such a lovely kitty and Mum says he will be a good influence on me. I am hoping I grow up to look just like him because he is really handsome.
It is almost my bedtime and I am getting a bit tired from all this composing.