A sad goodbye to Amelia

Monday, 25th April 2022

I don't want to write this page. I cry even now as I write these words. I cried Virginia and I cried on Amelia's last day and the days after. Now that we don't have Tabitha and Amelia there is a hole a void in our lives. It hurts it really hurts.

We gave Amelia Thrive as a treat - she would scatter it over the floor and eat it off the carpet.

I would clean the litter trays and then she would immediately use them again.

The mats by the litter trays ended up in a tangled mess and the litter everywhere when she used the litter trays.

She liked going into the enclosure after midnight, zooming up the cat tree, and refusing to descend so I could sleep.

She liked walking across the board when we were playing Scrabble, and was skilled with her back legs on scattering the tiles.

She could hide when we were going on holiday or wanting to take her to the vets. She could retreat inside the spare room bed and refuse to be bribed out. Once we though we had lost her and went searching round the neighbourhood only to find her hiding there.

She would come downstairs whining for attention then return back upstairs when she had successfully disturbed you.

Once she escaped over our back fence.

Her claws were sharp and her teeth left marks.

Despite all this it was a godsend to have her in our lives. She added life to our lives. She bound us to the world around us. What matters is not what other people do for us, but what we do for others. Thank you Amelia that I was able to look after you for so long.