Owners - Bobbi & Mike
Our much loved Tabitha, who's been with us for seventeen years, had to take that fateful trip to the vet. She's done very well - we were told years ago her kidneys weren't very good, and last year about this time she was given 3 months, but she got so much better that we began to believe she would live for ever.
But with hardly any warning, she stopped eating for two days, and went downhill fast. The vet said they could take her in and put her on a drip to rehydrate her and give her a little longer, but we - Mike and I - had previously agreed that she was too old to be put through any treatment particularly if it meant leaving her at the vets which she would hate.
We knew that the next thing that went wrong would be the end, but we're still in bits - Tabitha was the most special cat either of us has known, and I've had cats for 40-odd years. She was incredibly loving and giving - she always knew if you weren't feeling good and would come and lie on you and purr - hers was a silent purr that vibrated right through you. She talked to us a lot as well, and understood what we meant when we spoke to her - a kind of telepathy because she still understood even when she became deaf.
She originally adopted us when we were on holiday in Cornwall, she was waiting on the doorstep of the cottage when we arrived, and soon informed us that she was going to be our cat. We tried but resistance was useless, she was determined. So after making enquiries at both the local villages, post offices, vets, the local 'cat people', and finding that no-one knew anything about her, we took her home with us. She settled immediately as if she had never lived anywhere else, and proceeded to light up our lives with her love and her chattiness, and her demonstrations of perfect relaxation, including the levitated paws and the rampant golden tummy just asking for a rub. Everything she did was gentle, from the soft paw on your knee that asked you to move your book, to the gentle butt of her head on your face claiming you as family.
We firmly believe that she was 'sent' to us - who by? we don't ask or think about that. We even think that maybe she simply didn't exist before we drove up to the cottage where she waited on the doorstep, and we know that for all these years she's been our guardian angel. We can't really imagine life without her.