Hi there, never knew about this site but I have been on the internet following the death of my gorgeous tortico Toffee. Only had her 18 months or so. She and her brother were rescues from a lift shaft (!) via the dog pound (!!). I only really had room for one more cat but Toffee spreadeagled herself against the bars of the cage in a 'take me home with you it's horrible in here !) kind of way. So with my ancient house cat Lucy we were a family of four.
Toffee was classic tortico quart of personality in a pint pot. And so, so beautiful. Actually, a lot like the little calico cat at the opening to the message boards here.
I'm having real trouble. Can't stop crying, nearly a week later.
I keep thinking of all the cats I've known who've suffered nasty illnesses or been mangled by a fox or got lost and try my best to think 'it was an instantaneous hit from a car', she wouldn't have suffered, you can't wrap them in cotton wool, that's not what cats are about. But I still feel guilty, lonely (despite the other two lovely ones) and as if I have let her down.
Everyone (and that includes serious cat people) says what a lovely life she had and that she knew how much I loved her; but I'm having real trouble accepting that at the moment.
Anyway, sorry to start off on
a sad note. I see you have a section for bereavements. Gonna read a few.
lots of love