After being away for so long from my home location, I’m finally happy to see my own bed. 3 weeks may not be long for many people, to me it is, especially as it means I’m away from my lovely kids and cats.
I have so much to share and there’s so many articles I’ve written about my time away, unfortunately we found out something unfortunate has befall our family after arriving home.
Our much beloved furry family member, Oreo (a black and white Siamese and European short haired mixed male cat) was run over by a careless-driving-too-fast-in-a-country-lane driver a few days before we arrived home. We were beginning to wonder why a cat who was always waiting in the driveway no matter what time we arrived home, was not there despite the repeated calls.
Our neighbour had to finally deliver the sad news with tears streaming down her cheeks after seeing DH calling out for him again on Monday morning (as DH was going into his car to work). She told him the actual reason why Oreo was not answering our calls.
DH then got the 2 girls together, plonked them both down on our bed and delivered the sad news to us all. My daughters howled away in disbelief and I…I just started to bawl like a baby. In fact, my eldest DD and I just cried the whole day. Oreo was her 9th birthday present. Oreo was more than just a furry cuddly cat to us, he really became our communicating family member.
We were told that our neighbour had buried him in our back garden. 5 year old DD2 insisted that we do a funeral rite for him. DH decided that he was not in the mood to be in the office when his wife and 2 daughters are crying non-stop. It was so nice to see my strong man shed tears for a much-loved cat. We got dressed and then crowded around Oreo’s tiny mound of dirt with flowers already planted by said neighbour. I said some prayers and the gals gave their own eulogies. We were of course doing all these through bucket loads of tears.
What can my daughters and I learn from Oreo’s untimely demise? I learnt that my daughters are unconditional giver of love, I learnt that human or animal, we still cried loads for something/someone we love when they pass and I learnt that no matter how young they are, children are still affected by death. We have to and are now going through what is known as the 5 stages of grief.
I feel sad that my young children have had to experience death but I appreciate that it has to happen some day and I hope to be the guiding hands for them through this tough journey.