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warmed afterwards when there were no repercussions or unwelcomed comments – they understood, even the HMI Inspectors).
A few very anxious hours later I was contacted and asked to go to the vets. Surprisingly, I was in control and, hugging Tigger, who had become so dehydrated, I whispered to him it was time to go to sleep. It wasn’t a hard decision; it was the right decision, despite my heart wanting to break. I’d had Tigger for nearly sixteen years. I have his ashes. Tigger and I will be together again – one day – scattered somewhere, together.
n, we met patients through Crazy Hats, they would tell us of what had gone on in their lives before their
If you’re like me, you’ll be reaching for the tissues now, for my tears are flowing – such special memories coming to the fore, the sense of loss still hurting, the ache of grief and the desire to have him in my life again so strong – we’ve all been there...
God Bless darling Tigger. xxx
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‘Everyone’ was so lovely afterwards, especially my children at school. Yes, there were tears and I admit to openly shedding tears with them as we sat on the carpet, comparing stories, reminiscing and recalling the love they had for pets they had lost. It was important to talk. The children were a great tonic, as they proved to be just a few months later when we sat on the carpet again, talking about cancer. Oh, how I wish I had had Tigger with me then! I often wonder if stress plays a significant contribution to a diagnosis of cancer. Prior to my diagnosis I’d gone through the trauma of having to leave one school, moving
to another unknown school, with significant problems to address, taking on more responsibility and then losing Tigger – huge issues to contend with. My Mum always said there is a cancer cell in all of us that can react to trauma or stress, when our immune systems are, perhaps, lower and we are not looking after ourselves as we should. It’s food for thought. Very often, when, we met patients through Crazy Hats, they would tell us of what had on gone in their lives before their diagnoses – so many of them traumatic and stress related. The more I heard, the more I believed in this theory – a theory that many now consider to have substance.
Miss Johnson, Tigger’s vet, who was fondly known as the ‘cat vet’ in Wellingborough, wrote me a personal, moving letter saying that somewhere out there, there
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