It is one long and heartbreaking week today since I had to say goodbye to my lovely Queenie, just one month off her 21st birthday. She was the only one of my cats who was kind of normal, that’s to say, not a feral, stray or unwanted cat-she was wanted from the second I saw her being born in the middle of the night, several hours after my ex-partner’s little boy cat, ahem, gave birth to two boy kittens! We had met just before Stanley gave birth-a little too late to point out the error!
I have dealt with all sorts of sad and horrendous things during my time in rescue on a daily basis and I have had to have many cats put to sleep when they came to the end of their lives but it never gets easier-it just gets harder. I am absolutely grief stricken-Queenie has been around from the beginning of my years in rescue and has been there as a long serving member of my family. I spent more years altogether with her, day in, day out, than I did with my actual family from birth to leaving home-it is amazing when I think of it in that way! It makes it less surprising that I am finding it so difficult to get used to her not being around and why I miss her so much.
Queenie put up with the resident cats as well as all the other rescues that have passed through-she never really liked any of them much! There were one or two over the years who were so sweet, they forced her to like them and so she did, after a fashion but basically she was the boss who didn’t approve of other cats and everyone knew it…and dogs…she wanted to kill all of them and would ambush them and try. Last Christmas, she was more wobbly and was liable to fall over if she took a lunge at a cat or a dog so Alfie, my mum’s dog who came to stay, got away with receiving just the one swipe-a triumph for him!
She was such a feisty girl but had been getting more and more ailments over the years-she had fought off mammary cancer and had her ear canal removed a couple of years ago-although she was totally deaf, this made her more comfortable. I’m sure she knew that I sang songs to her every day anyway! She also had an ulcer on her eye-none of these things really bothered her-it was me who caused her the trouble as I had to do different procedures/yucky stuff on her each day which meant I had to give her treats each day too. She liked this a lot! Every day, although stone deaf, she ‘heard’ the fridge open at lunchtime and would sidle through for a few blobs of dairy free spread while I had my lunch-she absolutely loved it and this was no exception on her very last day. I always said it was the secret to her longevity and I told her every day, that she was to live to 32! I wish she had.
Because she has made such an impact on my life and been such a massive part of it, I want to commemorate her in some way which will also help Mama Cat Trust. Unlike so many cats living on the streets all over the world, she lived a charmed life from the minute she was born and wanted for nothing and it would ne nice to be able to help other needy cats in her name. I’m not sure just yet how but for now, rest in peace Queenie-you made my life more fantastic and so much fun.