animals, cat, dogs

Replacements don’t work

When Mum decided to rehome our dog, Izzy, I was devastated. I was going through a grieving process, which I didn’t even realise was possible, considering she was rehomed, not dead, but I found out the fact of never seeing her again hurt just as much as the alternative. Mum couldn’t cope with Izzy. She didn’t like the ‘commitment’ of a dog. She didn’t like the fact she couldn’t go out and do as she pleased whenever she wanted anymore.

Mum’s way of apologising was by getting me a kitten to replace Izzy. I picked out a beautiful calico, which I named Bo. She cried the whole journey home and and was very shy, but she grew to trust us and we loved her.

I still looked out for ‘the yellow van’ that I knew Izzy’s new owner owned, whenever I was out and I decided if I saw him I would confront him and take her back home with me. But I never saw him. Months went by and I learnt to cope without her. The replacement of Bo seemed to work and I forgot about Izzy, or so I thought…

It started at a car boot sale nearly three years later. Everyone was walking around, most of whom had dogs on leads walking next to them. I saw how happy they were and what I was missing out on. I looked down at my own empty hand and felt lost. From then on, I could feel tears prick my eyes every time I walked past a dog. I sunk into grief, would cry all the time. It was like there was a space in my heart needing to be filled.

Today, I still don’t have a dog. I still have that missing piece. But I have learnt a valuable lesson. You can’t just replace something you love.

animals, life

Sleep Tight Mr Pigeon


So on Friday when my mum was walking home from work she came across this pigeon who had just been attacked by a cat. It had blood dripping from it, feathers surrounding it and it couldn’t fly. She sat on the ground next to it to protect it and rang me to come and help. I grabbed the cat carrier and came running down the road to save it.

I managed to catch it and shut it in the carrier. I could see that it had fang marks on it’s back between it’s wings and one eye missing. I took it straight to the vets for a check up where they found out that it had no broken bones but there was a big gash under one of it’s wings which they would need to look at.

I went home feeling happy that this pigeon had a chance but I rang up the next day to check on him and they had put him to sleep due to the gash under the wing. It had done more damage than they’d first realised and wouldn’t have been able to fly again.

I wish I could have saved him and pretty upset that I couldn’t but R.I.P Mr Pigeon.


Dear Next Door Neighbour

Dear next door neighbour,

It would have been nice for you to warn me, that you were going to have work done to your house. I live next door to you, the walls are very thin and I can hear EVERYTHING. I can hear when you are hammering and I can hear when you are drilling. To top it all off, the work started at 8:30am this morning. It is one of my days off of university and I was looking forward to having a lie in after a whole day of coursework yesterday, but no, how can you sleep through all of that banging?

Even though I am pissed off, my cat is TERRIFIED, which is making me even more annoyed. She can’t settle down, because every time she tries to, you start drilling and she starts running around the house, really scared, trying to find a safe place to hide. There is no place in my house, where you can’t hear the work being done to your house, so in relation to that, she actually has no safe place to hide. You can’t sit a cat down and say “Hey, calm down, it’s just next door, deciding to make loads of noise at a RIDICULOUS time in the morning,” and therefore she remains very alert and scared.

I didn’t think it would be that difficult for you to knock on my door and warn us, but obviously it was a big problem for you. We’re not nasty people. But we may turn nasty if this carries on!


The Beautiful Male Cat.


Yesterday, my mum came running into the house saying that there was a cat outside of our house, looking very poorly. I ran outside, completely barefooted and saw the cat; he was stood on our doorstep, crying and shaking. I asked mum if he was affectionate and she didn’t know, so I walked over to him and stroked him; I could feel all of his ribs. I then picked him up and cuddled him, whilst mum ran into the house to get come cat food. I put him on the floor next to the food, but he wouldn’t eat it and just kept sniffing it instead, despite his starving look.

we decided to take him to the vets, so I got our spare cat box and put him inside of it and my boyfriend and I drove him to the vets. We ran in through the front door, plonked the box on top of their desk and explained where we had found him and his behaviour. They took my name, address and number and took him in to give him a check over.

He had no microchip, so they couldn’t phone his owners, although they did suggest that they reckoned he was a once loved cat, who had been a stray for a while now. My mum came back the next morning to pick up our cat box and sadly they found that he had kidney failure, which resulted in him having to be put down.