Farewell, Tipsy......

Last Thursay was indeed a very sad day. Our pet cat, Tipsy was knocked by a car, sustained serious injuries and died. When Ruth discovered him lying at the grass verge beside the road leading to our housing estate, he was already dead for several hours. The flies were buzzing around his body. We put Tipsy in a box and bid him farewell.

For two days, Ruth mourned for her favourite pet. She hardly had any appetite and was really depressed. Tipsy came into our lives about a year ago, as a stray kitten. We took him in, fed him and he really got on well with us. He would sneak into the house when the doors are open, climbed onto our sofa, waiting for a cuddle. Sometimes, he would wait at our main door step, waiting for us to open the door so that he could sneak in "invited".

Now he's gone. Just like that. Life's indeed fragile. The reality hit Ruth hard. I guess it's her first experience of facing the death of something she was really fond of. An experience that everyone has to face, sometimes, sooner or later.