Two weeks tomorrow we had to say goodbye to our beautiful boy, Timmy. he had been with us since March 2000 and we had 19 lovely years with him. He was 9 months old when we got him and saw us through many life events.
This just came up on my facebook feed
It is certainly true. I spend many long hours in the house on my own, but never felt alone as even if I couldn’t see him I knew Timmy was around. He was the first person I saw when I got up in a morning and I fed him before anyone else, now it’s lonely getting up and no furry face and a little meiow to start the day. We had long conversations and he always agreed with me 😉 although I am not sure he was always listening and to my shame I don’t know what he was saying to me, but we still enjoyed our chats.
When he first came to us Timmy was very nervous and hid a lot. He had been called V, but we changed it to Timmy. It took a while for him to settle in, he hid anywhere he could find and slept in his litter tray! Gradually he became more friendly and developed into quite a character and everyone who came to the house loved him and said how beautiful he was. We moved into our house in October 1999 and Timmy came to live with us in March 2000. I was starting to struggle with my ME and not able to work much so he was great company for me and something to focus on. I went through some very dark times feeling that life wasn’t worth living with my limitations and not being able to work and have an identity. Having Timmy gave me something to get up for and he needed me to feed him and let him out, so life felt a bit more worthwhile. His fur dried many a tear too. He was my first baby. It was 7 long years before our next baby came along and Emily was born and she loved Timmy and he loved her and did whatever she wanted him to do.
We have a whole gallery of pictures of him which show some of his character
As Emily got older Timmy joined in with her games and went outside with her and her friends. If she was upset she wanted Timmy
Like the rest of us Timmy had many health problems, he had an asthma attack when we had the extension built and we were told he might need inhalers, thankfully he never did. In later life he had arthritis, a heart murmur, over active thyroid and poor kidney function. His fur became quite tangled as he didn’t groom himself much and didn’t like being brushed, but he plodded along and was quite happy and didn’t seem to be in pain. Several times over the last few years he became ill and we thought it would be the end, but he bounced back and we wondered how many lives he had. It always made me think of the lines from Bagpuss
” Even Bagpuss himself, once he was asleep, was just an old, saggy cloth cat,
Baggy, and a bit loose at the seams,
But Emily loved him. ” and
“Emily’s cat Bagpuss: the most important, the most beautiful, the most magical — saggy old cloth cat in the whole wide world.”
Sadly two weeks ago he seemed to lose the use of his back legs and we had to accept his time had come. We gave him a few days and he did pick up a little, but it wasn’t a quality life any more and we had to book an appointment at the vets for their opinion, but we already knew what it would be and our beautiful boy was put to sleep on Thursday 18th July.
May 1999 to July 2019
We are all heartbroken and will miss him forever. Emily has never known life without him and I have lost my best friend.