I found my darling Barnaby dead this morning.(32 Posts)
Barnaby didn't come home on Thursday night and it was totally out of character. I walked around his usual haunts. Up again at 7.45 on Friday to look for him and at 1.30pm when I came home from work - nothing. I later on went around the houses asking if anyone had seen him - nothing. This morning at 8 I had a telephone call from a lady who lives around the corner to say she could see him and he looked injured. I went to where he was and he was dead but he had been horribly mauled probably by a fox. It is tormenting me that he could have crawled away after being injured by a car and a fox killed him and I didn't get to him in time because his little body was still pliable. I buried him in the garden and when I came home an hour ago, someone has put a red rose on his grave. His brother Troy is missing him and I am crying as I write this.
Thanks for the kind messages. Troy is slowly getting there. I bought him a squeaky, mousey, feathery thing today and he perked up. Wasn't so bothered by the Dreamies but I suppose he could do with losing a good few pounds. Me, every so often I remember something about Barnaby that makes me cry, he would meow for me to blow bubbles for him, another meow for his laser pen. Another meow for a bowl of water in the bath. I had the kitchen window open last night and was waiting for him to scramble through it but of course it never happened and now never will. Troy is too fat to even jump on a chair. It made me cry this morning when I let Troy out and he ducked his head to look under my car to see if he could see his brother and playmate. I expect my tears will soon be replaced by smiles when I think of Barnaby. He was a special cat, full of character and I only had the pleasure of his company for 3 years. He will be missed and forever loved.
So, so sorry about your lovely Barnaby. I had a similar experience with my gorgeous Thomas earlier this year. A neighbour saw him dead in her garden and by the time she got down he was being carried off by a fox - we never found him. I did ever so much reading at the time and it's almost certain that he was killed instantly by the car that hit him - most cats hit by cars are.
Foxes won't tend to go for an animal that is still alive, even injured. I'm certain that both your Barnaby and my Thomas died quickly and without pain and then were taken by the foxes. I know how much you are hurting, it's the hardest thing I've ever gone through but please try to be kind to yourself and hopefully you can find a bit of comfort in a message a friend sent me:
They're not 'just cats', they're the wee people we share our lives with. It helps to look at it the following way - there was not a day since you got him that he ever felt, hungry, or unloved and he had a warm welcoming house to come back to after his adventures. He was a wee adventurer, out doing what he enjoyed, living his wee life, knowing he had his own wee spots in the house to go back to, when he died. And it would have been sudden, no deterioration in health, no slow ebb of life, and no pain.
Harpy I am so sorry for your loss and that you could not bury your beloved Thomas. I did have that small comfort and he is buried in my garden. The message your friend sent you made me cry as did the message about the Rainbow Bridge my friend sent me.
There is a place in heaven called the "Rainbow Bridge".
When an animal that has been especially close to someone here dies, it goes to the Rainbow Bridge.
There are so many meadows and hills for all of our special friends, so that they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable .
They are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each feel the absence of someone very special, someone they had to leave behind ...
They all run and play together, but one day one of them suddenly stops and looks away. His bright eyes are intent, trembling with impatience; it suddenly breaks away from the group and starts to run faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you meet at last you cling together in a joyful embrace, never to be parted again.
Your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look back into its trusting eyes, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you together will cross the rainbow bridge...
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