“Skomie used up all his energy getting home.” That’s what the vet told us when we collected Skomie’s body on Monday morning.
We always knew that he was an affectionate, loving, caring and playful cat. Now we can add ‘fighter’ to that list. Three nights in the rain and crawling back home without the use of one his rear legs is testament to the amount of fight he had within him.
It’s been a tough week. For selfish reasons, we miss him. Although we never took him for granted, you tend to appreciate something even more when they’ve gone. Skomie played a big part in so many aspects of our lives.
I’m not going to revisit old ground. Although this blog post was written when I was feeling particularly raw about the situation, I wouldn’t change a thing.
The one thing that sticks in my mind is how determined Skomie was to get home. Whether he was coming home to say goodbye or for help is irrelevant. The fact is, he tried so damn hard to make it back.
I’m determined that his final journey wasn’t in vain. Although nothing will bring him back, I’d like to honour his memory by raising money for the Cats Protection charity. A JustGiving page has been created.
I know that times are tough right now and cats might be low on the list of priorities for many people. However, if we can raise a small amount of money for charity, it will show that Skomie didn’t die in vain.
He would have turned three next Thursday (16 July). Perhaps £3 would be a fitting donation – a pound for every year of his life.
I’d like to say a big thank you to everyone who has been in contact with messages of sympathy and support. One generous person has even offered to put up a £250 reward for information leading to the arrest of Skomie’s killer.
I’ll cut this blog post short, because I didn’t create this website for such a sad and depressing subject. But if it serves as a temporary platform to honour Skomie, so be it. I only wish he was here using his inimitable style to stop me from writing.
Thanks for reading.