Lucy In The Sky, she joins Denis Options

[E.M]

At about 10.15am this morning Lucy joined Denis in the sky.

I have her on my lap, blood coming from her nose, she has been hit by a car. I heard the car sound it's horn twice, went outside and found her dead.

Another beautiful cat is lost.

I want to scream, shout, swear. I can't believe this has happened.

I can't type any more than that at the moment.

[E.M]

To my dearest Lucy,

Today my dear I lose the battle to keep you and must return your body, I can't fight this denial any longer, and I now have to let you go. The last couple of days have been so surreal, it's like you haven't left us yet because I can still see you, hold you, touch you, kiss you and cry on you, making you all wet. Today will change that.

Today all I will have left, is you encapsulated in photos and the sweetest of memories left in my heart, and they are not enough. You join my other babies that have left me with just photos and memories.

I will not be able to look at you, and the mearest smile from me would send you noisily purring away for ages.

I will not be able to quitely open the treat cupboard to find you come running and jump on top of the freezer awaiting your baby chicken treats that you adored so much.

I will not be able to see your sister play stalk you and pounce on you in suprise, much to your annoyance.

I will not be able to tickle those curly bits of fur on your tummy that you loved me rubbing so much.

I will not be able to seek you out in the house, wondering where you are sleeping only to find you in the most uncomfortable spot you could ever imagine like when you sandwiched yourself between the two cupboards, lying on top of the hairdryer.

I will not be able to let you in to give you some dinner only for you to request to immediately go back outside again because the outside world was your world and was just so exciting.

I will not be able to see you come home with a mouse which you would give to Emily because you didn't want it.

I will not be able to see you turn your nose up at any that tasted of fish or was fish because you were the only cat I have ever known that didn't like fish, it was as if you used to say 'if I was meant to like fish they would be running around in the fields ready for me to catch'.

I will not be calling you home every night along with Emily's name, sometimes calling for over an hour, waiting up for you to come in. I will not be sending your Daddy out in the pouring rain looking for you only to have you sneek in the back door whilst he is still out searching for you, getting soaking wet.

I will not walk through the house trying to move, with you entwirling yourself around my feet, happily purring away, and us not getting any where.

I will not be able to shut you, by mistake, in the otherside of the house because you had sneeked up to lie on the spare bed.

I will not be able to tell you off on the odd occasion that I wasn't up in time to let you out to go to the toilet, because to have to walk in the litter tray was beneath you and you didn't like to get your feet dirty.

I will not be able to detangle your beautiful long fur in the winter when the slightest disturbance to your fur would send it into a miriad of tiny knots.

I will not be able to sit you on my lap and brush your fur only to hear you grumble everytime we hit a knot.

I will not be able to look at that impossibly bushiest tail I have ever seen in my life and wondered where you got that from.

I will not be able to watch and laugh at you with that inbuilt toy that you had, and the way it would keep you amused for hours - that tail.

I will not be able to watch you as you used to play death defying games on top of the upstairs bannister when you dangled your tail over the side and tryed to catch it without falling off and landing down stairs.

I will not be able to watch you climb up the rose arch or pergola and play the same game of catching the dangling tail at great height, you were such a thrill seeker.

I will not be able to watch as you climbed the highest tree whilst Mummy stood at the bottom looking on in horror as you got too high, and the branches got smaller and smaller to take your weight.

I will not be able to look at you and think how adorably cute you looked a few days earlier when Ruby put you in her dolly's car seat, and how you loved laying in there so much, you even let her carry you around whilst you were still in it. I wanted your Daddy to see this for himself when he got back but all we have now is one photo of you laying contentedly in it.

You see Lucy there is a whole lot of things I am going to miss, and your Daddy too. The birds still get up each morning and sing their beautiful songs, but they aren't for me because in my dark world that I am living in right now there is no joy, there is no beauty, that was all taken away when you left me. It is a dark and empty place that I find myself in once again. There will one day be a chink of light that will pierce and penetrate through the darkness but that day will be along time coming and it will be an uphill struggle to get to that time and place without you.

I remember the day when your Daddy found you in the hedge when you was only 6 months old, and the day I found your sister a week later. We thought you would be with us forever and we would grow old together but we have been robbed of all those years together.

Farewell my dear, precious Lucy, I say goodbye, you were the sweetest, happiest cat anyone could have had the pleasure of sharing their life with.

May the memories of you live on for eternity.