The Purr-Therapy Room: Remembering Those No Longer Here

Events of 21st October 2015

Leo would have turned 5 today if he was still here...

One of my favourite pictures of him <3

At odd moments it strikes me that he's no longer with us and that four and a half years is not anywhere near long enough.

In saying that I'm eternally glad that I got those four and a half years and that I could be there with him during his last moments and help him through his pain and suffering in the only way I could.

It was a hard decision and one to this day that I still struggle wondering whether it was the right one but in the end I reach the same conclusion.

His future didn't hold the quality of life he had been enjoying before the two weeks of constant vet visits.

Now, he's up there playing grumpy supervisor to the shenanigans of the foster kittens that never lived in this world.

Very fitting tribute that I got from here

Rosco (Missy's brother) who we lost at 7 months old to a hoon driving a car allowed the path for me to own Leo, I'm sure he's playing and romping with the kittens as a crazy uncle.

Picture Collage depicting the life of Rosco

Tabby the family cat we had for thirteen years is probably scowling at the kittens remembering once-upon-a-time when this place had been a single cat household.

Tabby the cat we grew up with as kids <3

In my mind anyone who passes under the care of this household moves on to a space or room reserved for this family to be reunited when we all reach our expiry date.

By the time I reach mine I think the room reserved for me to be reunited with all my family, fosters and permanent cats will be full to the brim.

The series of events seem to happen for a reason.

Tabby was called and opened the gates for Missy and Rosco, the first time we ever adopted two kittens.

They were so bonded.

For six months it showed me that I'd never survive not having any pet as not long after Tabby passed I officially began volunteering for the RSPCA.

When Rosco died at a short 7 months old he opened the doors to find and love Leo.

Baby Leo <3 (I see he is VERY similar to Rosco)

For four and a half years I had the pleasure of being responsible for an animal I'd adopted and signed the papers promising to love and provide for until death did us part.

When Leo passed he made room for Allie to walk into my life. (Or maybe strut is more the word?).