Blog 86 – 20.7.17. Living like Troy…

There are times in everyone’s life when something happens that marks a boundary…when things will never be as they were; when things are going to be different. They can be joyous or sad. At those boundary points, I’ve noticed something…. …when they happen to me, I’ve found myself completely present. ‘Life’ stops and everything is accentuated and clear. Blue skies, the mortar in the brickwork, the cobwebs, the coldness of the floor tiles, the sound of the sway of the branches of the trees, the chattering neighbours, the buzzing of the bluebottles. I can hear and see everything. None of these things know what’s happening…none of them know that Troy the cat is about to die…Troy does not know…only I know.

Troy is not concerned with what is going to happen, nor what has happened – he’s always in the present. I will be concerned with not having his warm body to cuddle, his soft black fur to stroke, his conversation; grooming him at his ‘brushing station’ (my desk). I will be remembering the big kitten playing hide and seek with me, chasing up and down the garden, his company wherever we are in the house or garden, finding him asleep outside our bedroom; being woken by him trying to turn the handle of the bedroom door; me closing the front entrance door after finding he had opened it…

Troy is only in the now…where I am now. We are together… and I can attend to him and try to comfort him. I can clean his rheumy eyes and shade him from the sun…as he has dragged himself to the coir mat at the back door and lain down outside (as dying cats seem to do). And with the occasional weak and plaintive mew, we are waiting.

Troy: 1.6.96 – 20.7.17


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‘Fat Boy’ Troy 2009 – flattering ‘over-the-shoulder’ pose

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Troy’s garden and burial place


About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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2 Responses to Blog 86 – 20.7.17. Living like Troy…

  1. What a beautiful post about your sweet kitty. So sorry for your loss.

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