Good morning sweetie and Happy Christmas to you,
It has been a while and I know in previous years for December I have done special things to celebrate but sometimes other things take my time up more than my mistressing. So apologies for the lack of updates this year.
Who would have thought that 2023 would go by so fast and yet so much has happened in a short amount of time?
So are you having a Fetish Festive Christmas this year?
For many, they will have the traditional Christmas of inviting everyone together for Christmas dinner and watching the Queen’s speech at 3 pm (ops sorry King’s speech). I still can’t get the hang that we have a king now and not a queen. She reigned for 50 years of my life and that is a hard routine to change.
The word family is a controversial topic I know but it all depends on how you were brought up and with what type of parents. To me, my true family is my furbabies. Anyone who has followed me for a while will know that since I moved into my home just under 20 years ago my furbabies have been my everything.
Yes, they talk to me (no I’m not a crazy old cat lady. Well not crazy yet). They give me hugs and comfort when it is needed and just being in my house makes the 4 walls, a home. That is all I ask from them and obviously, I give back my unconditional love forever for them.
So unfortunately 2 years ago on the 11th of this month Smokey my eldest pusscat and will always be my first love (because he is and was slightly older than Tigi) passed from a horrible Thyroid illness. He declined over a month previous and was comforted by his sister Tigi til the end whilst cradled in my arms.
Tigi didn’t take his passing well and for a good 12-18 months after would hide for hours on end wanting to be alone and when she came out she would opera sing calling for him at the top of my staircase at random hours of the day and night.
Everything was normalish as could be, right up to the end of November 2023, Then, if I think back she started to act a little different as she went off her food and treats that she normally liked. I was very observant of her as I wanted to see if it was her depression that was taking her eating habits away or if she was ill. This went on for 14 days. For the last 5 days, she barely had anything to eat or drink. I tried to get her to take some small quantities of food and water throughout the day and night but she wouldn’t even lift her head to acknowledge what I put there for her.
To this day, I still think it was her depression that she gave in to. Yes, we all have to get on with life in general after a bereavement and yes it takes time to heal a broken heart but with cats/animals it affects them differently. Many species of the animal kingdom live only for one partner. I know Tigs was Smokey’s Sister but sometimes that is enough for an individual. For Tigi, Smokey was her everything.
I think she struggled with her emotions more than she let me know. She passed at 11:20 pm on Sunday 10th December 2023. Unfortunately not peaceful. As soon as she felt her time was up she was very vocal to her last breath. Calling out to Smokey, maybe saying “I’m coming smokes, wait for me on the green fields at Heaven Gate. I won’t be long”.
It is terrible when a loved one leaves you but when you see them suffer for so long I am grateful that her broken heart has been healed now by being with her brother again. When Smokey passed it was painful but I had Tigs to cuddle up with as she was Smokey’s blood family. Now that she has passed as well I have Gorgus who is the next eldest but it’s not Tigi or Smokey. I love and cherish all my furbabies the same but they were my first kitties and I will never forget them.
Gorgus is gorgeous, and very loving in her own way but since Tigis has gone she has been very understanding and affectionate, more so than ever before. She even sitting right by me whilst I type this blog. Bless her.
Each time a furbaby passes it breaks a piece of my heart away and gets me ready for the next time. This is not a nice thing to think about but the more kitties one has the more times your heart is bound to be broken.
I’m a gluten for punishment. I have had 9 furbabies over the past 19.5 years. 4 were strays that walked into my garden and didn’t leave (they know where there is a loving home), but unfortunately, they are no longer with us due to underlying illnesses that took them.
2 were given to me as brother and sister (Smokey 17.4 years old, and Tigi 19.5 years old), Sandy was born in a neighbor’s shed a few gardens down from me and escaped to my garden (don’t know how as he was weeks old when I found him) Tommy was unwanted and Taylor was rescued from a friends dog that he cornered their back garden.
Then last of all is Bertie. They say cats warm to you for a reason. He walked into my garden in May 2022 when Smokey passed in the previous December. As he is a white cat maybe he’s Smokey’s messenger disguised as an angel. He is around 2 years old now. A whirlwind of energy but he has been put in his place a few times by the elderly generation. It’s like putting a 20-year-old in an old people’s home. We are all subdued and calm and he wants to play and run around all the time when he is not stealing the other kitties’ beds.
So this is a message I would like to leave you with…
Please love your furbabies with all your heart and treat them with lots of playtimes and treats as they will give you so much pleasure in return.
Sorry this was not as a fetish-related blog as you may have expected but my furbabies have been taking up a lot of my emotions and time lately and this topic of cracking down on unloved and unwanted animals needs to stop. If you don’t think you can give the love that they will need don’t say yes to a furbaby in the first place.
I know a lot of my clients and friends have furbabies themselves and shower them with lots of love that they deserve. Thank you for doing that and you will be rewarded unconditionally with your furbabies love.
So have a very furbaby-cuddly Christmas and I will catch up with you before the new year MLx