R.I.P. Gracie May The Fruit Bat
When you lose a pet you lose a member of your family. The pain and distress is akin to losing a human member of the family. Well, it is if you love your animals.
Gracie May The Fruit Bat was rescued by me as a stray. She was about 5 months old. A beautiful tabby girl with the most enormous ears. My daughter decided to name her Gracie May – I have no idea why. Due to her enormous ears I called her Fruit Bat. She answered to ‘Gracie’, ‘Gracie May’, ‘Fruit Bat’ or ‘Fruity’. Whichever you called she came running.
Unlike our other cats, Maximus Spittimus, Stealth Bomber, Billy No Mates, Marie Bug and Purrrdy, The Fruit Bat wandered further afield. This ‘wander lust’ ultimately was her downfall.
She failed to return home and after several days of searching I found her under a bush where, presumably, someone had placed her. She had been hit by a car most likely.
Gracie May The Fruit Bat was only 2 years old.
It’s bad and sad enough when a pet dies of old age but when they ‘go too soon’ it is almost unbearable. The grief is as strong as any emotion I have ever felt.
Some people smile indulgently if you say you are grieving for a cat – or, indeed, a dog or a hamster come to that.
Animal lovers understand and know.
It hurts but the happy memories help. The time Fruity fell in my pond trying to catch a fish. From then on she viewed the pond from a distance only, clearly in the belief that fish were dangerous. The time she literally fell out of the bedroom window, bounced off my car bonnet (hood) and sprinted away delighted at her agility. She often meowed for me to open the bedroom window so she could repeat her death defying trick.
The times she went to sleep on our bed nuzzling into my arm.
Our cats are our children no less than our child is in so many ways.
Always in my heart and thoughts Fruit Bat. Always.
Thank you x
Hugggs
There is nothing left to say. You’ve said it too well.
RIP sweetie.