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A Requiem for my cat

I buried him yesterday morning. His body was found lying dead and cold on the roadside. A speeding vehicle had killed him in the night. 

 He walked into our life as a little kitten five months ago. Someone had abandoned him on the roadside when the autumn sky was turning dark. He walked towards the only light he saw, the one outside our house. Maggie and I were baffled a bit. He was too small, would he survive? That was our worry. We had no choice anyway but adopt him. Thus he became our Kunju, the Little One. 

 He stole our hearts with his playfulness. He would climb into our laps and make himself comfortable there for as long as it pleased him. When Maggie worked in the kitchen he would jump up behind her and untie her apron knot. He thought we were his playmates. We allowed him to use us as such. We loved the game as much as he did. 

 We miss him immensely. Memories don't die. Even a cat refuses to die from memories. "Kunju has made you a different man," my friend said once. He was right. I learnt to be like a little boy when I spent time with Kunju. That was Kunju's gift to me: purification of my heart. 

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  1. Pradeep NairFebruary 10, 2020 at 11:11 AM

    So sad to know this. We also used to have cats. Not now. And when they go, it leaves a big void.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 10, 2020 at 1:35 PM

      I had another cat which disappeared a few months back. I consoled myself that it must be living somewhere. Now, this departure came as a trauma.

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  2. magiceyeFebruary 10, 2020 at 11:40 AM

    Heartfelt condolences.

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  3. JaiFebruary 10, 2020 at 12:03 PM

    Condolences Tom.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 10, 2020 at 1:36 PM

      Thanks, Jai. Your personal message came as a soothing balm.

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  4. Vartika GoyalFebruary 10, 2020 at 4:27 PM

    Condolences.. hope you will feel better soon

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  5. Sreedhar BhattaramFebruary 10, 2020 at 5:39 PM

    Sorry to hear the sad news.. Pets do steal our hearts and often show us an entirely different life.. My condolences.. Wish you speedy recovery!

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  6. wingsFebruary 10, 2020 at 8:54 PM

    Deeply saddened to know about Kitty's demise. My condolences to you and ma'am.

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  7. rifle range boyFebruary 11, 2020 at 3:31 AM

    condolences on Kunju's demise

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  8. Ira MishraFebruary 13, 2020 at 4:34 AM

    I never had a pet.... But I can imagine it must be devastating to lose someone or something you have grown an emotional attachment for...!!May the good memories give the strength... For that's what holds the promise to be everlasting!!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 13, 2020 at 6:15 AM

      It is devastating, memories linger on like numbing pangs.

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  9. Rajeev MoothedathFebruary 15, 2020 at 10:20 AM

    So sad to learn of Kunju's death. I can understand your loss having cats as pets myself.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 15, 2020 at 3:13 PM

      I'm yet to overcome the grief. He refuses to leave my memory.

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  10. Aishwariya LaxmiApril 18, 2020 at 9:38 PM

    Ohh! I just came across this post. I love cats and I'm so sorry to hear this:(

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