Yesterday was a day of tragedy on our farm.
If you recall months back – we had 4 stray cats unceremoniously dumped on our property. Imagine our outrage when we suddenly became a home for 4 more mouths to feed. We already had our “herd” of cats indoors and were simply unprepared to feed and house 4 more.
Of course we took on the task and soon became enraptured with our new outdoor cats.
One cat in particular stole hubs heart. Orange – aptly named as he was – well – orange. This cat I believe was more human than cat. Following hubs around like a child – when we went on walks – he was there. When I went out to feed the boys – he was there. When I got home – he was there.
Friday night unfortunately he decided to go hunting and when I woke up Saturday morning – he was not there. We searched and called and then I found him. He had been struck by a vehicle at the end of our driveway. Thank God – it was quick – he would not have felt a thing.
My heart broke a little – hubs took it very hard. My wonderful man removed him from the road and dug the grave. I made the headstone and we said goodbye. We hugged and cried and began our day of chores.
Yesterday was a day of triumph on our farm.
Our loads of stone were delivered and our little “video game machine” as well to move all the stone.
My sister and her boyfriend joined us in a day of shovel, dump, spread compact and voila!!! A barn floor is born. The boys have already “christened” it by leaving me a nice pile of poop to clean up. The stall mats go in today.
We knew when taking up farming we would need to deal with life and death. I was really kinda hoping to avoid the death part but life has to go on. Much to do – kittens to take care of – horses to feed and lawn to cut.
Orange is buried in his favourite spot at the edge of the woods under his outdoor cat tree.
Our farm is hereby named Orange Acres in memory of that little orange cat who stole our hearts.
Orange Acres 