To be or not to be, that is a stupid question.
Today I got back from a mini-break and recieved a phonecall. It was the kind of phonecall we all hope not to get, yet know we will get it one day in some way shape or form. My mum and dad told us that our family cat, Moses, had died.
Not many people care as much if a pet dies, some people just shrug it off. But my cats are more than just pets to me; they are true companions, a kind of family member that has no word to describe them - pet is not sufficient. They are equals in my house hold, recieve as much love and care as any human being, and it is the guests who are to respect my cats, not the other way around.
Moses was the eldest of our cats, he was a true warrior and gaurdian - he died as he lived: protecting his family. He once saved our neighbour from a brown snake (their bite can be fatal) but this time, he was not so lucky. He died trying to fend off another snake, only this time he was biten and my parents found him dead on the verandah. I have not seen Mo since Christmas, and am sad that I will now never see his again - he was a grumpy, fat, but lovable cat who enjoyed his yogurt immensly.
I will make a photo tribute later and post it on youtube.
Here is a picture my friend Ashlee (
) drew that has a character she based upon Mo's looks.