I can’t believe I’m writing this. Fizz didn’t come home for breakfast yesterday (6th May) and I mentioned I was worried on Facebook. Danielle from Paws and Mittens (the cat rescue Harley came from) had had three calls about a dead cat in a road near us and she saw my post and called to let me know. It must have been such a difficult call for her to make. She knew from the description she’d been given that it must be Fizz.
Fizz always went out last thing at night, then came in when I got up with Dusty and spent most of the day sleeping on my bed. She lived life to the full, loved the life she had and filled our hearts.
A man had kindly picked her up out of the road.
Such a huge personality, it’s hard to believe we won’t ever see her again playing in the spray from the hose or sunning herself on the trampoline. Dusty is so quiet and sad and Harley keeps looking round the garden or sitting on the back wall keeping watch and just seems lost.
All I can think is that she’s snuggled up with Indy now, all curled up in his soft fur like she used to when she was little.
These are the last photos taken of her at the weekend with Dusty sharing her sunny chair with him.
RIP darling little Fuzzy 07:04:2013 – 06:05:2014.