The "kittens" (though they are far from this now) are two in about ten days, so i started browing through the photos and videos from when they were born and were growing up, seeing dear "hellsbells" being so attentive to them all really really brought a massive lump to my throat. It's 18 months since the morning Bella strolled out the back door, I still keep in my head one day she may come home but i sincerely doubt it. You never forget these cats who vanish to the great wonder, but you do move forward. I still miss the long awaited quaint litter ginger n white cat who I waited many years to have since my last ginge, then watched along with you all, her grow from birth to coming home, to having her own children, and to what an..interesting little noisey cat she was
I still sometimes think i hear her chirrup, especially at "bedtime" but I know its some distance area of my memory getting slightly doting. Maxwell's more like her than William, right down to his funny little voice..it's fairly sweet.
We give these cats our hearts, and they break them with their independence. Yet it's their sheer independence which is what wins them a place so deep in our hearts, funny isn't it?
So I guess this is just to close the story, she was born..she came..she lived, and oh how she DID live too; with many an antic which catsey has stored upon it, questionably -in many eyes- she gave way to more life, she lived some more, she went and then.....we'll never really know what happened, but maybe that's for the best really?
Thankyou for you're ongoing support catsey folk, but I think i'm quite comfortable with the fact now that she's in a better place than this, kismet struck again I guess.