04/06/07 - 20/05/16
Human family: AJ
Photo(s) of Kizzy (10)

Kizzy

12 weeks ago I lost my best friend Kizzy. She came into my life as a funny 8-week-old kitten, full of energy and fun, and immediately took over my house and my heart. One of her favourite tricks was to climb the curtains and perch on top of the curtain rail. (She continued to attempt this feat for several years, even when she was too heavy to get far.) I watched her grow in confidence, discover the outdoors and all the curious and wonderful things it holds, gradually finding her place in the world. She became a beautiful, strong and determined cat … happy, affectionate and very vocal. The softest of fur, combined with the sharpest of claws, all wrapped up in a true tortie attitude. She loved to observe her territory, alert to any change and eager to investigate anything new, and she was always ready to play. She was a unique and special character and from the top of her velvet-soft ears, to the tip of her ever expressive tail, she was the perfect companion for me.

Kiz was free to live her life much as she liked, but she never strayed far. It was always just the two of us and we spent a lot of time together, especially when I started working from home. She was always there to welcome me home, always there to curl up with me at night, always there to greet me each morning. She could cheer me up when nothing else could. It is only now that I realise what an integral part of my life she was. The only constant in a world of change.

As a child my family had several pets but Kiz was the first that I had chosen and cared for by myself. I loved it! And I loved her! She was always healthy and active and I had assumed she would enjoy a long life and we would have many more years together. The diagnosis of cancer came as an immense shock; the speed of the illness, and the fact that it was untreatable, devastating. Kiz was gone just a couple of weeks before her 9th birthday.

And so, my Kiz, it is now some weeks since we said goodbye. I would like to thank you for sharing your life with me. They were the best of times, weren’t they? You have left me with memories which I will always treasure. You taught me so much and I see the world very differently now. I don’t know what direction my life will follow now, but I will take you with me, wherever I go. I miss you my Kizzer, more than words can ever say. You will always be remembered, always missed, and always loved. Rest well little one, and (as I always used to say to you when I left the house), be good, and I will see you later … xx

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