three weeks ago, almost to the dot, is when all this started (more or less). Our oldest cat Mickey died sunday night whilst I was in Groningen preparing for a new week on uni. On monday I got an early call from my mum telling me what had happened and that our little tinkerbell was no more. The worst thing concerning this event was that I was so far away, not being able to say goodbye in person,
We are still not certain what had caused her to fall ill and die so soon, it came out of nowhere (so it seemed). What we do now however was that it was something big and that there was nothing that could have stopped this from happening. I know this was the right thing to do for her, but that did not make it any less painful. I got to pick up her ashes on friday and I can tell you one that, that was far from pleasant.
When we got home that friday we started to sense that something was wrong with Skunkie, he was vomiting a lot and what we found odd most of all was that he was not eating and if Skunkie was not eating you could be certain something was wrong. We watched him that friday and saturday morning sharp we went to the vet, because we wanted to know what was wrong. After a while we had discussed that she wanted to keep him for observation because 1) he was a bit de-hydrated and 2) because she wanted to take some x-rays.
Around 2 p.m. we got a call that she had found something on the x-rays that was not supposed to be there and that she wanted to have a look inside to figure out what it was. We agreed but not before I would have seen him, because you never know what will happen. Now I know that this was the last time I would see him alive. When we got there he was responsive but a bit dull but at that moment I had complete and utter faith that I would get to take my best friend home that night, or maybe on sunday. The doctor told us that she would start to operate around 5 p.m. and that how longer it would take for her to call the better it would be for him.
The feeling that started to creep up in my stomach around five was unbelievably awful, as the minutes creeped by the hope grew, but whe had not yet passed 6 p.m. when the phone rang. Long story short: he had a gigantic tumor in his kidney with vital artiries running through it, making it impossible to get it out without killing him. The moment I saw my mom shaking no I knew that he was not coming back. My jolly, friendly and most of all evertrusting best friend.
In this moment it felt as if my world collapsed, which obviously it didn't because I am still alive. The moment up untill saying goodbye was kind of a blur, I simply didn't want to believe that he was really gone, but seeing him lie there on that operation table made my heart break all over again. I didn't even truly finished grieving Mickey or I had already lost my best buddy.
The house became quiet after they left and both me, my parents and Sascha sort of lost their home. Sascha didn't stop looking for Skunkie, she looked incredibly sad and also very lost, she really hung on Skunkie, he was just as much her best friend as he was mine. I miss hearing them around the house, I miss Mickey who would come to me and a bell would indicate her arrival, hereby the name Tinkerbell.
They were both so incredibly special in their own way and now 3 weeks after Mickey died and 2 for Skunk we have added a new member to the family. He is 7, his original name was "Mickey" and he is black and white, we did not see a better way to honour both Tinkerbell and Skunk. We renamed him and we now call him Dobby and while Skunkie and Mickey left an incredibly big hole in my heart Dobby manages to keep my mind of it for just a while.
In these past few weeks, I got to see what friends are for, I have had so much great support from all these wonderful people and they truly help to get my mind in a better place, whether I see them everyday or have never seen them before. By sharing my story I want to thank everyone for having my back but most of all I want to thank Skunkie and Mickey for all these beautiful years, I will never ever forget you two and you are so missed.
Yours Truly x.
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