I got two black kittens from a friends farm, 14 years ago. Monty met a sad end at about a year old, on the lane. Alfie (actually female!) thankfully survived the cars. She had 5 kittens, and has outlived all but one of them. Being a farm cat Alfie was very independent .....along with her daughter, known as Brow Cat, as thats the name of the field they spent most of their life in, mousing and rabbiting among the gorse bushes!!
Quite often, Alfie would not come down for food for weeks, if the hunting up on the hill was good. But I would often see her in the field, and if I rode the ponies past, or be in the field, she would come for a fuss.
The day before yesterday, she came at breakfast and then teatime, for cat biscuits, which she loved. Yesterday morning, she was there again, which was unusual. Then at teatime, she was coming over the lane from her field, walking in the middle of the road, so slow, she was holding the cars up!! I rushed down and picked her up. I carried her back to the barn, and could see she was coming to the end - she had come home to die.
I fed her and gave her a drink and she settled down in the bed of hay I made her. I debated whether to take her to the vet to have her pts, but thought that would be more stressful, and being a farm cat, not what she would want. Checked her this morning and she had passed away.
As her life ebbed away, Lillian was in the bed alongside her, giving birth to 5 kittens.
Alfie will be buried tomorrow up in the field where she spent the last 14 years. I will miss her when I go up the field, as she would suddenly appear from the gorse bushes for her fuss - more often than not carrying a rabbit or bird!!
Topic: Goodbye Alfie (Read 9660 times)
