It's been 7 months now.
I had long pondered what to do with my blog - shut it down for good or renew writing on it?
Nah...
I don't want to keep going cos i have lost my funny mojo since MeowMeow passed away.
But I don't have the heart to delete this blog into oblivion either.
Cos sometimes I come back to read it and reminisce the good old times.
7 months felt like 10 years.
And somehow today, I felt the compulsion to sweep off the virtual cobwebs on my blog to pen down something.
Poppy's still fine despite certain deterioration in his latest blood test.
I don't send him to the vet anymore for urine samples.
I decided to let him enjoy.
Everyday is a blessing to see him breathing, despite the imminent dark cloud hovering nearby.
I didn't want another cat but somehow, one fell onto my lap.
Her name is Le Poo.
Funny thing is that when MeowMeow passed away, we decided to get a calendar and mark the days Poppy poo-ed.
So that we would be able to track if he has regular bowel movements, just to check for signs of health deterioration due to his kidneys. Previously, we didn't know whose poo it was.
So we had this calendar with a square for each day and we would write 'poo' on each square when we saw poo in the litter box.
It's so amusing that if you write poo too often on a calendar, poo actually comes.
She was a 3 months old kitten waiting for me in the basement of my office carpark in July.
It was already late about 10 something and there were about 4-5 cars in the vicinity.
I heard this mewing sound which got louder as I approached my car.
And this little calico fluff came out from under my car to greet me.
Till today, I can't think of what came to my mind that night.
Perhaps I thought it was weird, for 4 years, no cat has ever got lost in the carpark.
I think it also crossed my mind to quickly scoop the kitty up and get into the car and lock the doors before i inspected her. I was afraid of murderers, rapists lurking in the corner, using an animal to distract innocent victims.
I knew I couldn't leave the kitten there. It was almost an immediate reaction to call daddy meow, telling him I found a lost kitten and I am bringing her home.
To house her there whilst I find a home for her.
I didn't want a cat anymore.
I was afraid of another heartbreak.
See, animals have the innate ability to make u love them so much but then they go off to heaven faster, leaving u all empty and sad.
I always wonder how some friends can have 5 dogs at one go. Wouldn't it be 5 times the heartbreak?
I knew my heart couldn't stand another round.
This is a person who goes to SPCA and ends up in tears when she sees animals in cages, unloved and unwanted, wishing she could bring home all of them.
I went to the pet shop opposite my office (thank god it was open late) and bought the kitty a cushion, kitten food and separate litter box.
Store people were gushing over how lucky this kitty was and all I did was gave them a wry smile.
Back at home, Poppy hissed at this new fluff while I explained to daddy meow that we had to find a home for it soon.
"But she's quite cute..." he said slowly, looking at the fluff.
Cut the long story short, I couldn't find a home for it.
And daddy meow seemed to want her to stay.
He said it is MeowMeow who's come back home.
Even then, in the first month, I didn't really want to accept that this kitten is now ours.
It wasn't MeowMeow to me.
If it was, it would have been an orange male kitten with a white bib on the chest.
This is a she cat, with 3 colours.
But she's now home. With us.
Much later, daddy meow told me something.
He said the night before I brought this kitten home, he had dreamed of MeowMeow.
I didn't know what to think of it.
Coincidence?
Nah...
I don't want to keep going cos i have lost my funny mojo since MeowMeow passed away.
But I don't have the heart to delete this blog into oblivion either.
Cos sometimes I come back to read it and reminisce the good old times.
7 months felt like 10 years.
And somehow today, I felt the compulsion to sweep off the virtual cobwebs on my blog to pen down something.
Poppy's still fine despite certain deterioration in his latest blood test.
I don't send him to the vet anymore for urine samples.
I decided to let him enjoy.
Everyday is a blessing to see him breathing, despite the imminent dark cloud hovering nearby.
I didn't want another cat but somehow, one fell onto my lap.
Her name is Le Poo.
Funny thing is that when MeowMeow passed away, we decided to get a calendar and mark the days Poppy poo-ed.
So that we would be able to track if he has regular bowel movements, just to check for signs of health deterioration due to his kidneys. Previously, we didn't know whose poo it was.
So we had this calendar with a square for each day and we would write 'poo' on each square when we saw poo in the litter box.
It's so amusing that if you write poo too often on a calendar, poo actually comes.
She was a 3 months old kitten waiting for me in the basement of my office carpark in July.
It was already late about 10 something and there were about 4-5 cars in the vicinity.
I heard this mewing sound which got louder as I approached my car.
And this little calico fluff came out from under my car to greet me.
Till today, I can't think of what came to my mind that night.
Perhaps I thought it was weird, for 4 years, no cat has ever got lost in the carpark.
I think it also crossed my mind to quickly scoop the kitty up and get into the car and lock the doors before i inspected her. I was afraid of murderers, rapists lurking in the corner, using an animal to distract innocent victims.
I knew I couldn't leave the kitten there. It was almost an immediate reaction to call daddy meow, telling him I found a lost kitten and I am bringing her home.
To house her there whilst I find a home for her.
I didn't want a cat anymore.
I was afraid of another heartbreak.
See, animals have the innate ability to make u love them so much but then they go off to heaven faster, leaving u all empty and sad.
I always wonder how some friends can have 5 dogs at one go. Wouldn't it be 5 times the heartbreak?
I knew my heart couldn't stand another round.
This is a person who goes to SPCA and ends up in tears when she sees animals in cages, unloved and unwanted, wishing she could bring home all of them.
I went to the pet shop opposite my office (thank god it was open late) and bought the kitty a cushion, kitten food and separate litter box.
Store people were gushing over how lucky this kitty was and all I did was gave them a wry smile.
Back at home, Poppy hissed at this new fluff while I explained to daddy meow that we had to find a home for it soon.
"But she's quite cute..." he said slowly, looking at the fluff.
Cut the long story short, I couldn't find a home for it.
And daddy meow seemed to want her to stay.
He said it is MeowMeow who's come back home.
Even then, in the first month, I didn't really want to accept that this kitten is now ours.
It wasn't MeowMeow to me.
If it was, it would have been an orange male kitten with a white bib on the chest.
This is a she cat, with 3 colours.
But she's now home. With us.
Much later, daddy meow told me something.
He said the night before I brought this kitten home, he had dreamed of MeowMeow.
I didn't know what to think of it.
Coincidence?
This is Le Poo.
U write poo too many times on a calendar, u really get Poo.
I should have wrote $$$ instead.
U write poo too many times on a calendar, u really get Poo.
I should have wrote $$$ instead.
She also likes to sleep on daddy meow's belly.And sits like a human too.
Notice the stumpy tail that looks like MeowMeow's.
She's so naughty that I have to take 'naughty' off Poppy's name and give it to her.
She even sleeps like MeowMeow.Poppy bear never sleeps like this.
Recently I told my brother about Le Poo and how I didn't want to keep her initially.
He said "Why? It took MeowMeow 7 months to apply back home"
My dad said it's fated.
I call her poo-poo.
So now, here I am today, a little bit happier even though I still miss MeowMeow a lot.
No job, no MeowMeow, but I have Poppy and Le Poo, and lotsa catching up time.
Hope 2010 will be better than 2009.
And I love u my orange fella.
Perhaps soon I can take out my Anya bag again.
11 comments:
Thank you so much for your kind words of comfort to us on losing our darling Angel. We know you understand so well how you never stop missing a lost one, you just sort of vaguely get used to them not being there. But it's still a hole, a hole that one day can be filled with good memories, but always a tinge of pain.
Welcome to little Le Poo! She's gorgeous and I think Daddymeow's dream was more than coincidence. She can't take the place of lovely Meowmeow, but she will work her way into your heart. She looks so well and happy in the pictures.
We're so glad that Poppy is doing ok, you have proved that vet wrong. Long may Poppy continue to do well and enjoy his life with you all.
Here's wishing you all the best in 2010 and thank you again, your words meant so much to us at this sad time.
Jane and Whicky Wuudler
PS: we know all too well about the logging of poo events! With Angel we kept a log book of everything that went in one end and came out the other!
Maybe we should keep a calendar and fill it with ££££ too!
Yes we should...yes, in british pounds too! Jokes aside, get some rest and be with loved ones. It helps. Left u a comment on yr site. Hugs!
You can never replace the ones you love...but we do think Le Poo coming into your life when she did was more than a coincidence...she's a cutie!! And we're glad that Poppy is doing okay...
May 2010 bring you all much happiness...you're due....
Glad to see Poppy is ok. Been missing you! And welcome to little Le Poo! What a little cutie. Cats, you can't keep them out of your heart.
am coming back this week, can i meet up with you? every time i read bout meow, tears stream down... i dun even have the courage to write bout my own kitty that left too becos of cancer.
Poo was fated to be urs. may u find joy in ur new cat!!
Hi Brendan's mummy,
Sorry to hear about your cat's passing. Which one is it? I can understand how u feel. I just could pen it down becos it helps me to express my grief. I don't talk about my cats normally or show up to office crying so i use this blog to write it all down. It helps. I cried loads when writing, even today, i still cry loads when re-reading it.
I don't think u want to meet up with me cos I would probably just cry if i talk about my cat or hear about urs. I am such a crybaby. I don't really shed much tear if i see human suffering but when it comes to animals, it's like a broken dam. U might think i am weird. Sorry i made u cry when u read my blog, never thought it was going to be sad to anyone except me and my husband.
Well, let me know if i can be of help, do write to me sheueyin@gmail.com if u need anything, if i can cheer u up. It's always nice to hear from another animal lover.
Hi Mummymeow! Thanks for stopping by with hugs & purrs, we are doing ok, but missing our little one very much. Gerry and Whicky are having a competition each night to see who can get to Angel's sleeping place by my head. They are so ruthless, but it's good to have some purring to fall asleep to. Oliver visists the bed each night and still looks so sad that Angel isn't there. He used to lick her ears and head every night before she fell asleep.
We send you, Poppy and little Le Poo some nice rumbly purrs. It's cold and wet here, we hope you have some warm sunshine down there and are all feeling good :)
Jane :)
Whicky
Oliver
& Gerry
i am actually crying inside (i'm in d office so it'll be ugly if i actually cry) when i read this post.
rest i peace tabby.
hi mizzyN, thanks for stopping by and for the kind words.
This was such a beautiful post. We hope that you will be able to continue this blog later on. We enjoyed visiting your past posts. Thanks for the share. Have a fantastic rest of your week.
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