We lost our Felix last week. He didn’t come home for tea, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but he wasn’t there for breakfast the next day …….. or that evening. He was a bit of a wanderer and the brown and tiger snakes are about, so we feared the worst.
Those fears were realised when Mick found him a couple of days ago. He had obviously been bitten, found himself a quiet spot and slowed his metabolism right down, as he hadn’t been dead all that long.
It is very sad, but at least we know where he is and he is at peace. Apparently, cats put themselves into a coma after a snake bite, so aren’t in pain.
Felix was such a funny little chap. He wasn’t overly affectionate, but sometimes would snuggle up for a cuddle. His face always looked a bit worried. The photo of him on the day we brought him home captures that look perfectly. He was just over three years old and his litter mate Joey is missing him, as they were such good friends and always slept curled up together. We will have to lavish him with extra love.
It’s funny, I take so many photos but I have next to none of the cats.
Rest in peace Felix.