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Bobells cat

Bobells was a white cat with long thick fur. She must have been 7 when she came to live with us. She came for 6 months fostering and was with us for 6 years.

I did not know at the time that lots of white cats are born deaf. Bobells was deaf too. She would be fast asleep in a chair or on the floor and you could put the vacuum cleaner on and go around her and she would not stir.

She loved lots of fuss and was not a bit aggressive. She tended to preen over the other cats.

When she was younger she had been in a road accident and had to have her badly damaged face rebuilt. She was left with quite a bad wheeze, that when she slept she snored so loudly it would wake you up. I used to often get the blame for snoring but it was Bobells.

She would only drink water out of a glass!! She had her own glass in the bathroom and every morning without fail she would jump up and drink out of the glass when I was in the shower. It had to be a fresh glass each morning and a fresh glass each night.

I also had a glass of water on the shelf above the bed, and after several drenchings in the middle of the night, I learned to put it on the window sill. Bobells have tried to drink it and knocked the glass down all over me.

She became almost human and I swear she understood all; that was said to her, perhaps she could read lips!

One day when she was out in the garden I called and called her but she would not come in. My grandson Gareth said “Grandma, why do you call Bobells when you know she cannot hear you?” The odd thing was that you forgot her deafness and treated her just like the others.

She loved to sit in the sun and because she had pink ears she had to have sun tan cream put on them so they did not burn.

Her fur would come off everywhere so if you wore dark colours you finished up with white fur all over you. Her fur was so thick she had to be brushed most days, but she loved this and would purr and purr. She sounded just like a tractor engine.

I never knew her to catch a bird or mouse. She would chase leaves in the garden and drink from the fish pond.

When we first had her she saw a hedgehog for the first time. Of course she had to explore and put her nose to the hedgehog, and she never did this again as the prickles hurt her nose.

She was such a gentle, trusting cat. When she became old and had to be taken to the vet she sat in her box looking at all the other animals. I knew she was very, very ill (she had a lump which kept growing in her side, and it was only going to get bigger and bigger). I knew that she would have to be put to sleep painlessly and I was with her all the time, holding her. I could not allow her to live and suffer. She drifted off peacefully in my arms, and I could not stop crying. I had brought her in the car, and she seemed not to have a care in the world. Now she was back in the car, a blanket over her little body.

I knew I had done the right thing, but why did I feel I had let her down? She had trusted me always, and now she would only be coming home to be buried under the plum tree with her pal, Missey, who had died four weeks before. She was also with Fluffy and Gypsy who she had never known.

Everyone said I had done the right thing, the kindest thing. So why do I feel guilt – that I let her down? The tears keep falling and I don’t try to stop them.

I loved you Bobells. I hope you know how much I loved you. Perhaps one day I will understand why I let you go rather than try to keep you for a few more weeks. And I pray too that you will understand my darling.