Here I share with you the pitter patter of tiny feet who have touched my heart and my life but has sadly passed over to wait for me at Rainbow Bridge.
Joss Man
This Fella was for my Grandad who had always had English Springer Spaniels and in the wake of my Grans death needed company. As a Navy man my grandad named him Joss Man meaning 'Master In Arms'. However, the exuberance of a springer puppy was too much for him and he came to live with me. At only 4 years old I was put in the very horrible position of having to have him PTS due to the uncharacteristic damage he caused to a neighbours sheep. My beautiful, trusting boy is now chasing rabbits at Rainbow Bridge. I hope he can forgive me. Rest In Peace Joss Boss.
Simba
Simba was my first ever kitten. He moved into our new home on the same day we did. His antics of climbing up the christmas tree and running around with a string of lamenta hanging out of his bum still make me smile to this day. I think of him whenever I see the claw marks in my dining suit and remember the comfort of his purr on my shoulder. Sadly, (unknown to me) on his first day outside on New Years Day 2001, Joss chased him up into the engine of my car. I jumped in to go to work and drove 3 miles before he dropped out and I ran him over. So traumatised was I, that I couldn't drive again for another week until I really HAD to. My father-in-law was kind and tried to ease my guilt by saying he had a similar experience. Rest In peace Simba-Roo
Nahla and Cleo
I had always wanted a grey cat and after my poor Simba had passed over I felt a gap in my life. I saw an advert 'free to good home' for this kitten. I rang the lady and she said that there were two and they must go together. So home they came. Cleo, black and Nahla grey and white. Cleo wasn't very old when a big greedy tom from goodness knows where was helping himself to the cat food and getting his oats while he was here too! It wasn't long before three kittens were born. One was as cold as ice and barely moving. 9 months pregnant as I was, and very cumbersome, I climbed through tools and garbage to reach Cleo who had hidden herself away from everyone and picked her up and carried her and her cold baby into the house. I warmed the little fella up while Cleo gave birth to the other two. I kept the first one who is now my 'Big Puss' and gave the other two away to a lady who took them both in. Sadly, Cleo was killed on our road two weeks before the kittens went and Nahla died of a broken heart two weeks after Cleo. Rest In peace girlies.
Esme
After Nahla and Cleo went poor Puss was lonesome so I was offered a kitten from a lady who had rescued the pregnant mother. Esme came to live with us and she and Puss were good friends. With having children in the house remembering names was a chore so Esme became 'Cat' and Ceaser became 'Puss' and he is called Puss so much I have to think hard to remember is real name! Sadly, Cat was killed on the road outside my house during the time Jessicas 2007 litter was here. Rest In Peace Cat. No more cats for me! They dont have much luck around me and were short changed on their nine-lives! I will stick to dogs from now on. Puss is my last cat. He is 6 in this summer so long may he reign......
