In Memory of Pets

I’m deeply saddened over the death of my kitten the cat that I had loved more than anything in this world. The death of our kitten nicknamed ("chutto") meaning small in English. (We nicknamed him because of his whole presence and existence was nothing less than a “small wonder” for all of us). The 1 1/2 yrs old kitten died a few days ago. The fact that it was in his earlier yrs died an accidental death is equally very painfully and heart-breaking too. The kitten had a bad habit of sitting under the wheels of the car and most of the times even sleeping under it too. We had to check this out each time we drove the car out of the garage This had become our habit to that day until that faithful day when the same car as it was about to move out had its wheels moved over his tiny little body crushing its body underneath.

In all this I was sleeping, I was awakened up by the cries of my little sister who came to bedroom telling me the tragic news.

I never had been a cat lover in my life. It was only a few yrs back when i got interested and started liking them. This was due to help of our servant who is very fond of cats bought few street-cats and started giving them food. There was one cat that we dearly loved "mamma cat" as we call her gave two little kitten (both male).One was killed by the hands the dominant male cats from vicinity within 5 day of his life. The other named ("chutto") as I told you about him was all left then. Right from his early years we developed that special bound with him. From his cute lovely eyes and pink lips along with its whitish complexion our (“chutto”) was something unique. We…..dearly miss him now.

As I’m writing you this letter the weather here is quiet wonderful as monsoon is here in Pakistan we have these leaves blowing ....cool nice breeze everything seems to be so perfect but yet it isn’t. In this same very weather i used to go outside and played madly with him for hours and hours. If he sees that there was no one coming for him he himself used to push the study-room door with the force of its head and make his way indoors. Now sadly all this had become a part of our memory now.

Other who try to console me say it was just another cat. “Go get another one”. But you may agree that it is easy said then done. For me its like losing your first born no-matter what ever you do you can't erase the memory of your first born!.

I could go on and on in telling you stories of love and affection to him. But what I wanted to ask you is something little psychological.

I mean if god had to take something as close and dearest to you than he may have some reason for this too. I don’t think that god does math in deciding such issues of life and death. There little sacrifices would not be in vain there may some betterment in his decisions. That what I think I’m may being over-emotional here but I don’t know there is more to it…..

You had received more over thousands of similar stories from cat lovers all over the world. Each one had a different story to tell and they have different ways of remembering their lost one.

I want you to advice me about how should I cope with this tragic loss like this? Is there a chance that I would be able to find some other kitten with the same charm, beauty, playfulness and sprit like my (“chutto”). For most part you could only pray that I would ……




Asad-Ali ,22
Pakistan, Islamabad

so sorry you are in our thoughts

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Matty,Butch(Tiny&Gem in our Hearts)