The Tale Of Henry The Cat &
The Woman Who Loved Him
I came across this post and was so moved by it, I had to share. Tiya Ivy wrote this post after the tragic death of her cat, Henry. She poured her heart out about the pain she was in over Henry’s death and how it happened.
Here is a paragraph from Tiya’s post:
“You see, Henry wasn’t just a run of the mill house cat. He wasn’t just a fixture in the background of our home that came in for feeding and kept to himself. He was an ever-present, loving and very involved member of our family. The night he died, his final act in this world before sneaking past my husband’s feet to get out far too late that evening, was to calm our 4-year-old daughter (who was having a meltdown because she was overtired and didn’t want to go to bed) by laying peacefully beside her until she finally drifted to sleep – as was his way. Every time I had a migraine, he never left my side until the storm had passed, even when I was puking my guts up and writhing in agony. When he came for a cuddle, he didn’t just lie next to you, he insisted on having his paw held. Despite the numerous times they certainly deserved it, he never once raised a claw to either of our girls. The amount of times he would make us laugh on a daily basis is innumerable. He was the physical embodiment of love and patience. He gave us everything he had to give and your actions robbed us of the chance to thank him for choosing to share his life with us before he left this world.”
I will provide a link to this post at the end. But first I wanted to discuss an important message that comes from this post.
Read the full post here.
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