My cat from hell

[Oh_hunnihunni]

I still grieve for the rex we brought back from Melbourne in 79. We were renting a farmlet and a contractor came to mow the lucerne in the paddock next to the house. He came and had a cuppa with us and was fascinated by the cat, he'd never seen a curly coated cat before. The next day while we were at work he came back and cut and baled the lucerne, and the cat was gone. Just that cat, the other two were fine. We checked every bale on that field but we never found him. My husband was convinced that guy had stolen him.

Not knowing is an awful scar on our hearts. That is why I am grateful for the privilege of giving my companions a good kind ending. It hurts, but at least we know. I wish we could do it for all human beings too, when we need that mercy.