Two months ago today, only a few days after a most wonderful two-week holiday at the summer cottage, my daughter’s Tidy Tiger unexpectedly came to the end of his journey. The time of his life turned to an event that could be best described by an idiom too shocking to use when telling about the sudden passing of a loved pet. He just fell and that was it. A blood clot had entered his heart and nothing could be done.
I still can’t believe we will never meet the huge cuddly bundle of joy again. He would have been 10 this December. I can only imagine how much my daughter is missing him, even though she already hunted down a new companion for Sheena from a homeless cat rescue home but more about that after we have met the newcomer.
The above photos were taken last year when the Maine Coons were staying at our place several weeks while my daughter was travelling. I was playing with the dramatic tone mode of my new camera. I could never have guessed I would publish them in such a sad connection but I am confident all is well for Tidy Tiger now. The below is my last photo of him sunbathing in late evening light on the rock by the sea keeping company to my daughter. You could tell he had a happy life.