Dearest Daisy: A Tribute to a Good Cat

Dearest Daisy

Last week you left us. I don’t know where you went or why you had to go away. All I know is that you left in your cat carrier and it came back empty. Mommy said you were very sick and that you had to go to the doctor. Why you didn’t come back I simply don’t understand.

Since you’ve been gone something has changed around here. Mommy tends to pause ever so slightly when she gets near the places you liked to sleep and her eyes appear a bit puffy. Daddy has been keeping busy with what I would consider trivial things. Kitty has been hanging around more often even though he continues to be terrified of me. Clementine seems to be the least affected except that she appears to be picking up on the strange vibe.

As for me, I’m trying to make sense of what has happened. I don’t want to ask too many questions because they seem to upset Mommy, while Daddy appears at a loss for words. I’ve been going about my regular routine to the best of my ability with the hope that soon I would see you again. With the passing of each day it feels as though this may be less likely.

I miss you deeply. You were the best cat I have ever known and a true friend. Daisy was the second word I learned to say and I used to whisper your name in awe whenever you came near. You were the first animal I ever laid my hands on and I really miss petting your soft fur and telling you what a good cat you are.

I loved your bravery which you showed by allowing me to come near you even when you were afraid. Your patience with me was endless as I squished you with my hugs, ruffled your fur with my pets, and poked at your feet, ears, and tail. You were kind and gentle with everyone. Never have I seen you be cross or angry even when you had good reason to be upset. You, my sweet Daisy, have been the perfect cat.

One of my favourite things to do was feed you. I was forever asking Mommy for some dry cat food that I could give you. I loved the way you used to walk around under the table when I ate my dinner and tickle my feet. Mommy always told me not to throw food on the floor but I often managed to sneak you a piece of something when Mommy wasn’t looking. I really miss feeding you.

I loved our game of follow the leader although I’m not sure you were always intending it to be a game. While you never ran away from me, you knew how to stay just out of reach with a steady gait. You would lead me in circles around the kitchen island and then head for the table knowing full well that it would take me much longer to navigate though the forest of chair legs. You were so clever that way.

Every day you did your rounds of the house, checking to make sure nothing was amiss and keeping us safe from dangers we humans are not able to perceive. Whenever I tried my hands at something new you wanted to investigate to make sure it wasn’t a threat. You liked to spend time looking out of all the windows to ensure all was well with the world and that no danger was on the horizon.

My dearest Daisy, I simply don’t know how I’ll manage without you. Where have you gone and why did you have to leave us? Wherever you are I hope that you are happy and that you know how loved you are. You are missed and you will not be forgotten. You are a good cat.

On September 13^th our cat Daisy lost her battle with cancer. She was a wonderful cat and our beloved family pet. We will always remember our dearest Daisy. Goodbye old friend. Thank you for the memories.