In Memory of Rebecca
 
 

Rebecca

Rebecca was my second cat. One rainy Saturday afternoon I returned home from work - passing the local pet shop on the way back to our flat in Balham, South London. I saw the kittens in the window and desperately wanted one of them, but I didn't think my partner at the time would let me.

When I got back to the flat, the first thing he said was "There are some kittens in the pet shop window - shall we go and have a look?" Well, I wasn't going to refuse that offer, so in the pouring rain, we ran down to the pet shop and asked to see the kittens. The owner brought out three of the kittens, gave one to me, one to my partner and held one himelf. We were hooked and then came time to decide which one to take. I couldn't decide, so I just said "I'll have to have the one that I am holding! How can I put it back!!" That was Rebecca and she rewarded us with 13 years of gentle compansionship.

Sadly in 1998, just after my Father died and as we were about to move to Bristol, we discovered that she had an aggressive tumour in her mouth that could not be treated. She was put to sleep in my arms, sweetest of friends, and was buried in the garden at Kirby Muxloe.

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