This morning Basil crossed the Bridge, so quietly, with no fuss. He arrived at our home in February, 2 days before we left for the South Island.
He walked in the front door, about 6 a.m. as though he had lived here all his life. He was an old cat, and no-one knew where his previous home had been.
The palest ginger, fluffy, and so loving.
Gentle, quiet, a meow that was almost silent. He waited for Felicity and Boris to have their meal, then he went to his bowl.A purr that you heard only if your ear was so close to his body.
A few weeks ago he was not well, and although the Vet could not give a definite diagnosis, suggested maybe Feline Aids.
He picked up, until 2 days ago. And from 3 a.m. this morning, I knew today was his last day with us.
A little over 5 months, we packed so much love and affection into that short time, and he has left a huge gap in our family.
Farewell Basil, your fluffy tail will wag with joy as you meet old friends.
Quotation of the day, from Kahlil Gibran
“ When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been
Greetings from Jean.