Sadly, my parents cat Lucky died yesterday. He was 14 years old.
Lucky was my ‘cat-away-from-home’, and I looked forward to visiting him every year. He was a peaceful, relaxed chap, and lived a wonderful life in a loving home.
Unlike our cats here in America, Lucky was an outdoor cat as well. He used to love sitting on the verandah in the sun, watching the world go by. He also played fetch with his stuffed toy ‘Mocha’. Mum or dad would toss it out into the garden and he’d (eventually) fetch it back for them.
Sadly, we always outlive our pets. They are a massively important part of our lives, and losing them is always hard. But they live on in our memories – always happy and healthy and full of life – and in that regard they stay with us forever.
Farewell, dearest Lucky.
