Some of you might have wondered why I have been keeping so quiet lately. The sad truth is that I found our little cat dead on our doorstep, and I have been having trouble dealing with it. Of course, that is a situation only a “pet person” can understand. Someone told me “Uh well, that’s the way life goes.” Well, yes, that is true, and it is true for every loss and every sad thing happening to us, but it is not a great comfort.
Losing a pet is not just losing an animal. It is like losing a good friend or relative. Those little guys leave a big hole in our life once they are gone. Pupuce (which means “little flea” in French) sure does.
He showed up a year ago on our doorstep as a tiny kitten and moved not only into our home but also into our hearts. Never would I have imagined that having a cat can be so much fun! After all, I always considered myself a dog person. But Pupuce managed to always cheer me up, I always, always felt utterly and completely happy just when I saw him, and everything he did was beautiful and elegant.
Also our dog Pippa seems sad since Pupuce used to be her best friend. When we got her she was all mistreated and frightened, and Pupuce treated her so gently that soon she wouldn’t leave the house without him. So Pupuce had to accompany us on our walks which he proudly did. When we passed the other cats, all of Pupuce’ family, Pupuce walked a little taller as if he wanted to say “See, I’ve got my own dog.” And my heart was jumping with joy when I saw the two of them strolling along.
So now our little guy got probably hit by a car, managed to find his way home and died on our doorstep, and the house seems terribly quiet all of a sudden. Our housekeeper A. said little Pupuce would be happy now for he got wings and could fly, and I hope she might be right. Little Super Pupuce sure would like the adventure!