As those who have been reading my blog over the last few months will know, Jasper my cat became ill due to a bowel infection. However, despite all the efforts of the vets and the all my love he decided to take himself away last Thursday and hasn’t returned. After the infection had cleared he had been left with a cat version of Irritable Bowel Syndrome and those, like me, who have suffered with this condition know how awful it can be.
Thursday morning his belly was swollen again, he ate little all day, and whimpered on and off through the day. By 4pm he was desperate to go out and reluctantly i let him out. He was seen once more by a local neighbour, who had lost their cat a few days before and who even took a photo of Jasper, but Jasper was in a place I had never known him go before.
Jasper had become so unwell that i had forgotten how beautiful he was or had been. He had lost so much weight that his rib cage would stick out at the front and you could see the spine down his back. He had also lost fur, off his legs, which had begun to grow back and off his nose, which never would and so left him with a red nose. He looked odd. He looked unwell, but he also looked abandoned, which he never was.
When Thursday evening came, i gave him a call, but he didn’t appear and although concerned i knew he could be out doing cat things. Friday morning came and still no Jasper and although concerned i had things to do and decided that he would probably be back later. However by teatime i was in panic mode. I phoned my daughter, Grace, who lives over a 100 miles away and told her he was missing. Jasper was a cat from her cat. She told me not to worry, but i couldn’t stop myself.
By Saturday morning i knew he wasn’t coming back. I knew in my heart that if he could come back he would have done by then.
Grace began to phone local vets, letting them know he was missing and of his medical condition and his peculiar facial mark – a red nose, but there was no joy.
It wasn’t until Monday that i was able to phone the vets he had been going to, the PDSA (People’s Dispensary for Sick Animals), which is a charity that takes care of all those sick and broken animals whose owners don’t have the money to pay. They entered his information into their ‘lost and found’ book and to his online notes. But they had not seen him either.
I believe he left home to die, but i will never understand why he felt he needed to, as i would have nursed him until the end.I miss him and i am very sad right now and i allowing the sadness to be instead of pretending it doesn’t matter. Every morning i am still opening the kitchen window in the hope that he will appear and i am still opening my flat door and checking the front door to see if he is there…every morning i say ‘Good morning, Jasper’ and every night I whisper, ‘Good night, Jasper.’
I feel in my heart that God took my sick little kitty home and gave him the peace and rest he needed. One day we will meet and he will tell me all about what happened. Love you, Jasper Cat x
Thank you PDSA for all your kindness and support. I would also like to thank my daughter, Grace for all phoning all the vets, which i was emotionally unable to do.