PC AKA Pussy Cat

by Geraldine
(New Zealand)

Pussy Cat was the tiniest little thing when my daughter brought him home. She kept him secretly in her room for about 3 days until I discovered he was there.

After 20 or so minutes of cuddling him there was no question of sending him away. His sweet little face and lovely little purr won me over right away. Just as well 'cause only a couple of years later my daughter left home and he truly became my Pussy Cat.

Now, 17 years later he has passed on. He went quietly in his sleep, warm in his lounge chair, me at his side.

It was a kind death, which is something of a comfort to me. For the last year of his life he was blind and coped with that remarkably well.

I have never known such a lovely natured cat. He was such a joy to have around and I will miss him very much, but I know he has gone to a better place and have every faith I will meet him again at The Rainbow Bridge.