Kitty-Puss, My Heart

My beautiful, sweet Scribble has made her journey to the clouds.

The awful c word has spread to her lungs and progressed faster than expected.

The regular coughing fits became harder for her to recover from and to save her from suffering, we had to make the gut-wrenching decision.

Our Vet is an amazing, compassionate person and let us take Scribble home for one last night together.

On Wednesday morning I sat on the couch crocheting a cardigan, Scribble curled on my lap and we watched one of my favourite movies together (Twister).

We were so alike, Scribble and I, both quite easily scared. We sat patiently waiting for the TV to load Netflix, and when the intro sound thumped out we both got a fright and jumped.

When spent the whole morning cuddled together until she began to cough severely and I knew I couldn't let her struggle to breathe anymore.

Her journey to the clouds was so, so peaceful.

For that I am grateful.

No more suffering, my beautiful pussy-cat. 

It rips my heart anew when I expect to see her somewhere and then realise she isn't, and won't ever be again.

She loved soaking up the afternoon sun from our bedroom window sill.

And her favourite place to sleep during the day is right up in my banana shaped pillows.

Her favourite blanket was the teal throw I made with super-quick yarn so I bought another ball to make her a piece of the blanket to take with her.

On our last afternoon we caught the last of the afternoon sunrays together.

I buried her near the new clothesline I built a couple of weeks ago, and made a garden bed on top of her resting place. In the garden I have planted dahlias, snapdragons and a beautiful orange climbing rose.

Scribbles garden.

I cant decide how I feel.

I am definitely heart broken but I think I am angry.

So angry.

These sweet little creatures love us and it's our duty to provide them the best life they could dream for, but in the end, we can't put off the inevitable.

Scribble I am so sorry. You truly were the perfect companion and I hope you liked your life with me.

🤍🤍🤍

I'm Still Here

It has been a long time since I've felt like writing.

Saying goodbye to Venus really knocked me for a loop and I tucked myself away, thinking nothing was worth saying. 

But I have been quietly busy, teaching myself new skills.

I have given embroidery a go and despite my lack of patience and preferring fast results, I love sitting quietly, threading the fabric with colour.

I caught covid and when I wasn't in bed sleeping it off, I was tucked up on the couch watching documentaries and series, working away on the countless projects on the go.

My friend is having a baby in October so I made her a Call The Midwife inspired blanket.

And booties from my Nanna's vintage pattern. I'd like to make the whole set but people don't seem to dress their babies in bonnets and mittens any more.

Another friend had twins! So for her I made matching blankets.

Her tiny baby girls can both fit under one blanket at the moment. Too cute!

I've made a couple of dresses for myself. 

I used jersey stretch to make this 2 panel dress. 

By panel I mean back and front! 

No other seams that the shoulders and sides.

Perfectly simple!

I've become obsessed with ribbons and lace and made myself two of these flanelette nightdresses. The other has long sleeves. I didn't use a pattern, just winged it, as I do, and am so please with how it turned out. My boys call them ghost nighties.

The garden has been a very slow point which saddens me because i get so much joy from having a garden.

This giant bed was here when we bought this house last year but I want raised beds as I'm not getting any younger, and high walls will make it a bit harder for chooks and ducks to munch my vegies!

So sand was trucked in and leveled out.

And slowly the grass runners I plant are spreading to give a nice lawned area to enjoy in summer. Toward the fence I will have my raised beds which I excited will order in a couple of weeks. Then I can get back into the joy of growing my food.

Now some unhappy news.

My heartbreak of losing a furry love will be happening again very soon.

Kitty-puss had a large lump on her chest that was removed and sent for testing which came back with the worst results.

Cancer.

An xray was done and has shown that it has spread to her lungs.

The original expectancy of 12 months has been reduced to 6-8 weeks.

So my beautiful, 13 year old Scribble is getting her favourite cooked chicken as often as she likes, and having all the snuggle naps with me we can manage in between work and chores.

It's just not fair.

Im not sure if I have he strength to go through another loss, especially so soon after Venus, but I have no choice.

I must keep in mind that I have tried to give them the best possible lives they could have, and maybe I'll see them again one day.

Beyond the iridescent rainbow clouds.

🤍🤍🤍