My Missie died in 1994. I had just got divorced and moved from London (Notting Hill Gate) to a town just north of London. The house was on a main road, but a fairly quiet road. When we lived in London Missie was kept in unless we supervised her when she went out infrequently.
I worked full-time at the time. I also had another cat called Binnie, a stray that I had adopted in about 1993.
I have this very high quality movie in my head of Missie running down the garden to the back door after I got home from work. She raced down with Binnie behind. Missie was a Norwegian Cat/Moggie. She was a great jumper (6 feet from the ground no problem). She was compact, with long soft hair and a fluffy soft tail. She had a very quiet voice. She spoke very little. She used to sleep on my arm in bed under the duvet on a cold night.
She was my daughter that I never had. One day coming back from work she was wasn't there. I remember the day's work. I had seen an idiot of a client and done my best as usual to help him (I was a family law solicitor in those far off days).
Quite quickly I knew something was wrong. I searched and called. I knew she had been hurt or killed.
Next day I searched in the field opposite. I found her under a tree. She looked asleep. Blood that was still liquid came from her mouth. I picked her up and took her home. I didn't cry then but I'm crying now, 14 years later. Every time I think of her I shed tears. So I put her out of my mind.
She was cremated and she is still with me in a casket. Binnie is still alive. Robust but a nervous cat because of her difficult start in life. That nervousness keep her alive as she has never gone far from the back door. Missie was adventurous. She had crossed the road and, I think, had been knocked down by a vehicle. Just one of many thousands killed that way.
For me she was one in a million and I weep for her. I don't believe in the after life but I want to believe that I will see her again when I am gone. I want to go to her.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
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Michael ... for your Missie, and You. You may not believe in an afterlife, but you should believe in The Rainbow Bridge:
The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that loved one goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together....
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