Our old cat

As you would have seen, I have called my blog cat 'Horse.' In Footrot Flats there is a massive cat called Horse. So when Dad got a cat he named it after biggy. For a loooong time, we kept Horse. As he aged, he started to do his business inside and not eat very much. When you rubbed your hand along his back, you could feel all of his bones. Then his kidneys started failing and we got to a point where we needed to put him out of his misery. I wrote him three letters. It was so horrible stroking his stiff body, where there was meant to be life. We had a family funeral under the camelia bushes, where we already had one cat buried. Horse was the best cat we ever had and I shed many tears over him. Particularly one day, when I told my sister to 'get her stuff off the floor before Horse weed on them.' That was so bad. Because he wasn't there to wee on them. At night, he wasn't there to wake us up becasue he wants to get in with us. He didn't meow at us to let him in the cat door. He didn't do anything. I forbid anyone to walk over where Horse is buried because that wouyld be betrayal. So as a tribute to Horse, I named my blog cat after him. Thanks