This should have been quite an exciting week! Tomorrow my second book is available in the kindle store, and to celebrate, my first book is free for 24 hours. This should have been one of those busy, buzzy weeks where I’m crazily typing tweets and blogs and posts to let people know.
In reality, this is the first time I’ve thought about it properly. I and my family were blind-sighted at 10pm on Sunday when my four year old cat, Gatsby, suddenly lost the use of both his back legs. The panic and fear that followed will be familiar to any cat owner who has loved and lost a fluffy companion, but suffice to say it led to his peaceful death on Tuesday morning.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I know there will be people reading this who have lost far, far more than a cat in their lifetimes, and some who may be grieving for loved ones right now. I don’t write this blog to suggest that losing a pet is anything akin to losing a parent, or a child, or a close friend. But it does leave a gaping hole.
Gatsby was a character cat. By that I mean, he wasn’t one of those aloof felines who sit and watch you from a distance. He was a tail wagging, in your face, I-want-to-be-wherever-you-are, sort of a cat. He was on your lap, behind you as you walked, meowing to be let into the bathroom when you were on the toilet, chasing any random shadow, stalking any flash of light. Basically, he had the knack of keeping in your line of sight at all times! Don’t ask me how, he just did!
He was the inspiration for Espog, Eric’s purram in the Eshla adventures, and he was the inspiration behind a lot of the laughter in our house on a nightly basis. In short, he will be missed. A lot.
So, sorry for the slightly sad tone – normal service will hopefully resume tomorrow, when I’m bound to be bombarding you with ‘buy-my-book’ blogs 🙂