The Story of Mr Puss
An hour ago we buried Mr Puss. He was/is the absolute love of myself and Vladi's lives...we had such fun with him, we have three dogs, Polly, Dick and Lester but Mr Puss was special, he was just such a character...he waited on the wall for us at night to return home from work, he stretched himself up the fridge door to ask for milk, he would curl up on my cardigan to sleep or go into the linen basket or on to the book shelves. When Vladi would be cooking in the kitchen he would be there watching on, commentating....he had a way of approaching you in full body stretch mode, he adored belly rubs... he adored us. He followed me like a puppy dog. He would run up the tree in the garden and walk the canopy roof. He adored milk and first thing in the morning, he would circle my feet pleading for milk. On cold wet days, he stayed curled up and when I would kiss him on the forehead he would reply half-sleepily with a purr and and then cuddle himself in further to a ball and sleepily doze off again. He loved sleeping in, in the mornings, especially if it was dull and cloudy....he was the boss of the dogs...and could n't bear noise or mayhem and let them know what was what. There are so many memories of him that I need to write down in order not to forget them or him....I loved picking him up and putting him over my shoulder, he adored that ...at every moment I was kissing him on the forehead, belly...he had the softest, most silky fur.....I was truly besotted with him. When I lay in bed with the laptop, he would make a funny little landing noise on jumping up on me and then come to my left side to cuddle in under my arm while watching the computer screen with me. He would try to ease himself further and further on to the keyboard and I'd eventually have to move him a little away as I coudn't see the screen. He knew his name and would come running to Vladi's special whistle for him.
How he died is heart-breakingly tragic. My dogs and he seemed to have picked up some fleas from a stray dog that was coming to the house. A man doing some painting work for us, Antonio, said he had the ideal liquid to treat them all....I hesitated about Mr Puss getting it but he said he had given it to his own cat so it would be fine. I held a squiggling Mr Puss while Antonio put the liquid on him. He leapt out of my arms into the undergrowth when all was finished. That was the last time I touched him.
That evening I had to go to work. I asked Vladi to keep an eye on Mr Puss and to leave him in the kitchen before going out. Vladi said that Mr Puss was behaving very strangely that evening and wouldn't come to him and hid under the sofa in what appeared to be a frightened state but Vladi didn't think anything of it. When I came home that evening, the house was so quiet that I didn't think Mr Puss was in the house as usually he would run to greet me and lie on the floor to get a belly rub. I left the door open and as I turned round I saw the tail end of Mr Puss belting out the door. I thought he was after a mouse. I left the door half ajar for him but he didn't return that night. The following day we noticed the food bowl empty and we thought he had returned to eat but that he was still in a huff with us over the flea liquid being put on him. We didn't see him all day yesterday. Last night we went to bed upset and worried. I had a restless night...images of where Mr Puss might be were coming to me and when I got up this morning I went to the neighbour's garden and in one of Mr Puss's favourite spots I found him lying there dead....rigormortis had set in. I broke down and cried like a baby. We are both devastated. I totally blame myself for allowing that liquid to be put on him. He was only 3 years old....we rescued him from a drunken previous owner who did not treat him well. I love/loved Mr Puss so....I have literally been rolling myself in the garden with heart-ache. I BLAME myself so....why oh why did I listen to Antonio....I feel as if I killed him dead myself......he loved life, he just plain loved us to the absolute hilt...we had such a laugh with him. Now that he is gone all the laughter is gone...I feel empty, alone and guilty.
The really uncanny thing about all of this tragedy is that a few years ago, before we had Mr Puss, we had Siam the Puss. I was in Ireland at the time and had just heard I had won 700€ in the Listowel Writers' Competition. About the same time I heard this news, Siam the Puss went missing and I have never seen him since. On the day that Antonio put the liquid on Mr Puss, I had just heard that I had won 2000€ in the lottery. It just seems so weird to have lost two totally beloved pets on the same day that I get news about a money win.....I haven't cashed in my lotto ticket yet and really feel like giving that money away...I know that today I am in a raw grief state and need time to come to terms with this, if you are an animal lover, you will understand, if you are not, then possibly you may think I am nuts...but hey ho, I would not not be an animal lover.