I have a favourite photograph of Tony eating icecream with Dax sitting on his shoulder as a wee kitten, trying to scoop the icecream off the spoon into her mouth. Dax lived through having her jaw broken by a dog, a massive foot infection, abscesses and numerous puppies. She was our resident puppy trainer, teaching them respect for cats. Every Monday night, home from Obedience training with Nell, Dax would meet me at the gate because she knew I would have one leftover treat in my treatbag just for her. She never met me on Wednesday nights because I didn't take treats then! Clever cat.
Thursday afternoon Dax was hit by a car. Dax was road savvy and had been an outdoor cat her entire life. She was found by Caitie who believes if she found her sooner Dax would have lived. The damage was too severe and Dax passed away that evening aged 15 years old. We badly miss our Meow Cat, who never learnt how to Meow completely. She either said MMM or Owwww!.
Yet life goes on and we welcome our new babies. Two litters have arrived, the first a litter of six were born in a kitchen drawer (silly Mummy). Unfortunately we lost three due to complications and being born in a small environment. The surviving three are thriving under the lovig attention of their mum, Titch.
And this morning, at 4am, we welcomed our second litter of six tabby babies! Three girls and three boys. They are doing well but its the first day.The circle of life in its most heartbreaking and joyous forms,
Cin
