Memorial to my beloved Ogies
About 4½ yrs
ago, I rescued this male black kitten, then about 4 weeks old, from the local
refuse dump in our village, Sedgefield, in South Africa. His fur covered in smelly fluid and flea
infested. I took him home, and my wife
and one son who was at home at the time, bathed him and rid him of the fleas.
We have two other older cats, one also a black male I took in as a stray, and a
Siamese female the wife purchased.
Fast forward to 21st
Jan 2016, at about 3 AM, he got off the
bed where he slept ever since that day, cuddled up snugly against my one leg, gave an unusual soft cough, and went out
the always open window, as he always did early mornings. When he did not return
after about an hour, we started looking for him calling his name ( Afrikaans
for “Eyes” because of the prominent large eyes) after a frantic search, my son discovered his limp body on the floor of our
garden shed. I went absolutely
hysterical and cried my heart out, even though I am 69 yrs old. I have been
crying every day since, and am still devastated. After research on the Net, the conclusion was
drawn that it was probably the dreaded heart condition, Cardiomyopathy, as he
showed no signs of prior distress and was healthy as could be.
He meant the world
to me and we became very attached to
each other. He would follow me all over
the house and garden, even went for rides with me and the wife in the car around the village, and for walks on
the sand dunes at the beach and in a large church garden close to our home, We showered him with love and affection and took turns to cuddled him at least 6 times a day!
We buried him in one corner of our back yard next to a small vegetable patch, where we spent so many precious moments
together. Him mimicking me, and digging small holes when planting veggies.
It is absolute agony wandering about the house and see
all his favourite lounging spots, still expecting to see him around every
corner or lying on his favourite sofa.
We have visited the grave site about 20 times since, asking ourselves a thousand times “ why him!”
We will cherish the fond memories of his far too short, 4½ yrs, he shared with us, till our dying days.
If cats could talk, I am sure he would have said just
before exhaling his last breath “ Don’t
mourn my death mommy and daddy, Just
cherish the countless memories of the wonderful life I shared with you”
Reply To: 558919034260090
I just want to offer you my deepest sympathy in regards to what happened with your beautiful cat Ogies. The same thing happened with our beloved cat Obi just two days ago and we are devastated. We have buried Obi in our yard and each time I see his little grave I can't understand it. He was so healthy and such a kind and happy company. It is so hard to accept. Love and hugs from Australia.
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