On Friday night/Saturday morning one of our two cats died. Lil was ten years old. We suspect she had a heart problem. She was found by one of our neighbours dead in their garden.
We still have her sister Phil. Phil and Lil were completely different cats. Lil had short hair, very active, and very friendly. She loved to sit out the front and wait for all the school children passing by so that she would get lots of strokes. Phil has long hair, is fat, sleeps all day and is very shy.
The girls were upset at the news of Lil dying, and there were lots of tears especially when we buried her in the garden yesterday. Thet seem to be getting over it now. I find that I am missing Lil more than I expected. Mainly because she was always on my lap as I watched TV.
Obviously the death of a pet does not compare at all to the death of a friend or relative. I’ve been planning to blog on death (jolly chap that I am) sometime in the future when I’ve managed to get by thoughts together on the subject. This has been prompted by my experience as a Christian vs non-Christian friends of mine that have recently been bereaved. How do you comfort those who mourn, both Christian and non-Christian? And how do you do it without being patronising and with genuine compassion? More when I’ve brave enough to seek the answers….