I’ve got new next door neighbours. I say new but they actually moved in over a year ago. I don’t see them that often as I work full time. It’s normally to either take parcels or to fetch parcels, or a quick hello if they’re outside when I’m going to work.
I have been seeing one member of their family quite frequently. He’s been following my cat into the house, eating his food, and the two of them have regularly been seen playing in the garden. This morning was totally different however.
I grabbed the basket of washing at about 8.30 this morning, and as I walked into the back garden I found Branston lying by the bins choking. I thought at first it was a hair ball, but I realised it was something worse because he was lying on his side and was retching blood.
I ran round to the neighbours and the woman came back with me. She was very upset of course. I phoned the emergency vet who said to bring him in and I grabbed my cat basket. It was then that the poor animal lurched and passed away. I was just as upset as my neighbour.
My first thoughts were poison or vehicle. Thinking about it, it was probably a vehicle. Cats often run when they have internal injuries because of the shock and adrenalin. It must have run into my front garden and jumped up on the fence. Jumping down again probably made the injuries worse.
Branston was a lovely, friendly cat, and quite young. It was horrible to see him suffering in that way. I’m going to miss my little visitor, and Smudge is going to miss his buddy.