It's been a month now since we saw Isla. I have found it extremely hard to talk about her and I thank the friends who have listened when I have been able to reach out. When I close my eyes to sleep at night I see the image of her beautiful dark face and those huge expressive eyes, hence I struggle to sleep. I can't imagine we will ever see her again, and as I've said the not knowing is what's killing us. I appreciate that people are only trying to give comfort when they say she may have moved in with someone else .. but I'm not naive enough to believe that an 8 year old cat would simply move out one night. Before that she was here for 3 meals a day and slept here for most of her 16 hours a day...
I can't say RIP dear Isla; though I can't find it in me to believe that she is still alive, but saying it would be so final. So instead I bid you heartbroken goodbye my posh princess, goodbye dear Isla.
