It has taken me over a week to be able to write this post.
The most heartbreaking thing possible for us has happened. Two weeks ago Purcey was killed on a road behind our house.
We went to bed Monday and he was curled up next to us. Tuesday we we didn’t see him at all and got more and more worried. Wednesday I leafleted all the houses is the area and put signs on lampposts. A very kind lady from over the road saw the leaflet and left a message that her son had seen Purcey’s body around midnight Monday at the side of the road, slightly up the road from our house. By 6 am Tuesday his poor fluffy little body was gone (she walked her dog past the spot and didn’t see him herself). We think foxes took his body.
It’s awful. He has been snatched out of our lives with no warning. One minute there – the next gone. Nothing. Not even a body.
He was the most fluffy, soft, soppy, boisterous, scampery boy. We loved him unconditionally. We are torn to pieces and the house seems grey and empty without him. Ziggy and Kitty are being extra cuddly and attentive but even they cannot begin to fill the gap.
I know you all loved to see pictures of the little beast so I’ll leave you with my faves of him in his short 1 year and 3 month life.