The worst.

It is sadly inevitable that sometimes in life, the worst will happen.  Yesterday it did

Russell caught and killed Pasha.

Russell is the big son of the two of our son’s cats, who currently live with us.  Pasha was next door’s budgie, who I’ve looked after two or three times a year for the last five years.

Yuri, who was mowing the lawn, had taken Pasha out of the cage and put him/her in a tree. Pasha, who lost primaries to cancer, couldn’t fly.  Needless to say, Yuri was concentrating on mowing the lawn………..

I was outside cleaning the solar fountain, at which numerous birds and cats drink.  I had my back to the garden and just heard a terrific thump on the fence and felt, rather than saw something dash past behind me and up the side path, accompanied by a furious cheeping.  I dropped everything and ran up the side path shouting ‘drop it’, which our son has trained Russell to do.  I thought it probably was Russell, though I didn’t see him, because I had just left the other cat indoors and because I recognised the sound of Russell on the fence.  He is heavy and ungainly.  Out in the front garden I met Yuri and when I asked what happened realised it was Pasha that Russell had taken.

I searched and went shouting up and down the road but there was no sign of Russell anywhere.  I locked the cat door to lock one in and one out, so at least they couldn’t be a tag team.  I kept looking for Russell and talked to Yuri, mowing furiously.

When the S&H came home he whistled to Russell, who came out from the hedge where he had been hiding.

There is no sign of anything left of Pasha anywhere.  I don’t think Russell has eaten him/her he only likes to play with moving things, once they stop moving he loses interest.

We went next door to apologise to Paulina, who had spent the day doing her maths GCSE.  She was in tears. She has her Physics exam tomorrow.  Her younger brother, Gregory is away with her mother, in, I think Ukraine.  Maybe they went to see the football.  Yuri told Sasha by Skype and Gregory will find out when he gets back.

There isn’t a person or creature in this story I don’t care for deeply.  I can neither stop apologising nor find an upside or a helpful lesson.  I hoped I would feel better today but I don’t.

Sometimes in life the worst does happen.

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