My beloved cat Pyewackett died today.
He was my faithful friend and familiar for eighteen and a half years and I felt the light had gone from my life when it left his beautiful green eyes.
He suffered a stroke this afternoon, and even though my mother and I rushed him straight to the vet, there was nothing to be done for him. He died in my arms - in the arms of the only real mother he knew, as he and I were inseparable. I was his mother and he was undoubtedly my baby.
I kissed his little head and told him I would love him forever and his spirit was always welcome in my life and home, wherever I am. Then I said a blessing and asked Bast to receive my precious feline back into her eternal care.
He will be cremated and his ashes will be returned home to me, where he belongs.
Of course I am inconsolable and heart-broken, but I knew he was struggling as his age caught up with him and he began to feel the years weighing on him. I was prepared, but it still hurts so much.
Strangely enough Pye was making my Mum and I laugh hilariously just last night, when he was bright as a button and trying to steal the fresh cream out of her chocolate eclair! Then today, he died.
He has left us with some wonderful memories and he will be much missed. The void he has left behind is hard to face up to, but I just feel so privileged to have had him share half my adult life. It has been an absolute pleasure to love and care for him for the past 18 years. He was the truest friend I ever had.
Merry Part Pyewackett, until we Merry Meet again.
My love goes with you as you make your final journey to Bast. I will look for you in the Summerland.