Goodbye to Delores - The Third Muskateer

It's been a long time since I've posted a blog. I guess that after Mac died and Kizzy had her accident I ran out of things to say. My dogs have given me a life of adventure and fun and I still get to enjoy time out in the fields with Kizzy every day (more about that next time). But this blog is about my old cat Delores, who died a in July 2018 and about whom I have found it almost impossible to write because Delores was such a big part of my life before I got the dogs and continued to be the Queen of our house right up until we had to say goodbye to her. More important than that, however, was the special bond she shared with my son, who has always been a massive cat person. Delores came into our lives when Finn was three and she was about sixteen weeks old. She was in a right state -covered in fleas attacked by mites and full of worms. It took me weeks to get her right - every night after my son went to bed she sat on my lap as I groomed her, trying to find some skin under all that flea poop. Delores would stay very still whilst I was doing this and never protested, she had such a soft and lovely nature and in the fourteen years she lived with us she never put out a claw, or grew angry or fed up. She loved my son like he was her kitten and would spend hours hanging out with him in his bedroom. The two of them were inseparable and although it broke all our hearts when she died, watching my then seventeen year old son having to say goodbye to his best and most faithful friend. When I recently went to look through our old photographs of her I noticed that in all of them she was with or near my son in them, so I made this little video for him as a celebration of his childhood spent with the profoundly lovely Delores.