One of our dear cats went missing a week or so before Christmas. Today his body was discovered by some very kind people, and he’s been returned to us.
They thought he was asleep, but he was simply not alive. It doesn’t look like he was hurt (no marks or wounds on his little body).
We were so worried about him as where we live minus temperatures are the norm this time of year.
He was found not that far from us. We’d spent ages looking for him, whistling (my husband had “trained” him and his brother to come home for food when we whistled) and calling, and spent some time focused on the area where he was found. Our whole local community was helping to look for him. But no joy. I feel like we didn’t try hard enough. I don’t know much about how quickly cats decompose but his body seems “ok” so I wonder if it was recently that he died. But then why didn’t he come home before? Maybe he’d ventured far but was on his way back to us. Too many possibilities.
He was the sweetest cat. We got him and his brother from a farm that was overrun with kittens in Spring 2020. He was shy but really warmed to us and became very affectionate. He was soooo soft, and really looked after his little brother.
So his body is here, my husband wanted to see him, so I’m waiting for him to get home from work… I don’t think we should let the kids see his little body (they 7 and 10). Do we show his brother (who’s definitely been aloof the last few weeks)? I read somewhere about showing their companions the body.
In one sense it’s a relief to know what’s happened. In another sense it’s just so blimmin’ sad.