When you find out your childhood pet is still alive
What about it?
My mum got me and my brother a cat when I was 8 (in 2005) here in UK. We called her Flower. From that day she became a member of our family and stole our hearts with how kind and loving she was. In 2008, we moved to Ontario, Canada and we thought we must bring her with us, as she’s one of us now. I remember feeling terrible for having to put her on a plane for 7+ hours, I thought she must’ve been so scared. But once arriving, she quickly settled in, and she loved it. She had never seen the snow settle so deep before. The air smelt different. I’m sure the cat food was better too. Unfortunately after a few months, we had to leave Canada to move back to the UK, and my mum said “it would be traumatic to put Flower on another plane, her quality of life is so much better here and if it’s okay with you boys, id like us all to agree she should stay in Canada, even though we will miss her so so muchâ€. Hardest thing I ever did was leaving her behind. But I was told she’d be someone’s forever cat and she’d be cared for.
15 years later, I’m 26 now, and I was sent a picture of her saying she’s still living life at 18 years old in Canada. I can’t believe it. I shed a little tear for her, but in that moment I felt a little piece of me heal. I love you Flower, thanks for being my best friend during my childhood.