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KitKatKate

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  1. Your story touched me deeply. It's taken me some time to be able to write about this, as I lost my baby FlickerFlick a week ago this Monday. Early that Monday morning I woke to the sound of dogs growling and snapping and when I looked out my bedroom window, I saw two dogs killing a cat. It was too dark to tell which cat and as I raced thru the house I did a head count and knew by the time I'd gotten out the door FlickerFlick was not in his ususal place in the living room. By the time I got around the corner of the house, the two dogs were gone with the body of the cat. It was pitch black and I couldn't find them anywhere on the short street I live on. I had no real choice but to return to bed and wait for morning. Unfortunately I have to be at work by seven so it's still dark when I leave. I called for Flicker, but he didn't show up for breakfast. When I got home from work that day, I examined the area where the incident happened and found a few tuffs of fur that matched Flick's pattern. I had raised Flicker from the age of two weeks, the neighborhood kids had brought him to me to see if I could save him. Five years and eighteen pounds later, FlickerFlick was a wonderful cat. The combination of having hand raised him and then actually witnessing his awful death has left me reeling. I've been involved with cat rescue virtually all my life and even when I lost my beauriful siamese Ciridan Kitty after 24...yes, 24 years...I wasn't as devistated as I have been with this. Going to work this past week was sheer hell, especially since the regular receptionist was out sick and I spent most of the week sitting at the Front Desk trying to be "perky" as I'm the relief receptionist. This weekend was the first weekend home without Flick, and I was dreading it. Fortunately my friends have made an extra effort to insure I'm not alone and the weekend turned out to be fine. Also, I found out from one of the neighborhood kids that he'd seen Flick's body that Monday in a neighbor's yard when he was walking to school. I've stopped by that neighbor's house several times to inquire, but so far no one has answered the door. This week is a little better, I'm not so "weepy" any more. But I'm tired, feel like I'm moving thru molassas and every little thing seems to be such an effort. I did set up a memorial for Flick out in my graveyard garden, where a painting I've done has joined the collection of kitty graves already there. It just is so very hard to get thru the days, and nights are no easier. And it's most comforting to know I'm not alone in my grief, so I wanted you to know you're not alone either. I hope it helps.
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