Patches

Yesterday I was presented with the hearts in the trees.Well,as you may remember,I took in Patches last year when she was roaming the streets of Fayetteville.The vet told me she has a significant heart murmur,murmurs in every chamber of her heart.She told me that if I had no attachments to her,& she didn`t get along with the other cats,I should just have her put down.Well,I couldn`t.Something in those big green eyes,the way she purred when you stroked her,a ragged purr,a "barely can I get it out", purr.She would bump heads with me in the am when I gave her some wet cat food,meeting me at the door for it.
She stayed in the birds/rabbits room,claiming it as hers,where she privately spent nights by herself,or with Mr.Curley Eared.He was the only cat who really like being with her.
This morning when I went to go give her what was left of the wet food{I divy it out between all 9 cats,& they only get it in the am} I was surprised when she didn`t meet me.She was curled up,still asleep.When I went to pet her,she was stiff.She had died in her sleep,I assume it was her heart.
Mr.Curley Eared has been very vocal at how sad he is.I took her to the garden,buried her beside my Buster,the bunny ,whom I lost earlier this month.March has been a rough month for me.I don`t know if I got either grave dug deep enough,I will top it off with mulch & stones in April.
My husband,at 5pm,still lies fast asleep.I feel God`s presence,this is where I`m to be,but it is so very hard sometimes.Especially when you have to bury your pets.