Little Tuxie:

This poor little boy was very lonely. So young to have lost his Mamma and best friends. Tuxie became very wary after this and it took some time for him not to run away when I was around. Jasper stuck with him and protected him.

He always looked so sad.

I began going out every afternoon and calling him. He liked cooked chicken so I would throw some near him and he would eat it. Eventually, around the same time each day, he would be sitting out in the yard and would meow for me to come and give him some chicken. Finally he would take it from my hand, but if I tried to touch him, he would run away.

I desperately wanted to catch him and bring him inside for lots of love and cuddles but it wasn’t to be.

My daughter and grandson moved house.Although they had a cat run, Killiana, Little Tuxie’s sister, got out of the run one night and got herself pregnant. She had four beautiful kitties who were socialised from birth. My daughter kept two of them and I took the other two.

Not long after the kitties came to live with me, I woke up one night hearing Little Tuxie meowing. I went outside to see what was wrong and he was just sitting outside his crate home meowing. As there didn’t appear to be anything wrong I left him and returned to bed.

That was the last time I saw him. The next morning he was gone. I was devastated. Although I had never been able to cuddle him or touch him, he was dearly loved and it broke my heart when he vanished. I still cry thinking about him and wondering what happened to him. I miss him to this day.

To be continued: