Arnie disappeared on the 3rd Nov 2016. It was not unusual for him to be away from home overnight or even once 2 weeks but this time it didn't feel right. We called him that night expecting him to return during the night meowing as he did to announce he was home. Sadly that did not happen so next day after I got home, I took the dogs for a walk up the drive. When I spotted Poppy and then Shilo looking in a drain under the neighbour's drive, I thought I had better investgate. It was Arnie. He was half in the drain and definitely dead. I picked him up and carried him home so we could say goodbye properly and bury him with the others.
This is the last photo I have of Arnie sitting on my legs while I was sewing the binding on my niece's quilt. He was a real character cat and a mean hunter. He lived a good full life with us after we rescued him and his brother Forrest from a forest out of Dargaville where they had been dumped. He was 14.5 years old and outlived his brother by 7 years.
Arnie was really confident with the dogs and was often found close to one of them. In this case it is Shilo who really wasn't so sure.
A group of tabbies - Arnie back left with Bruno and in front Forrest. They are altogether again.
Always in the centre of things.
With Jake.
Hanging out with Hogan.
We were due to get a ginger kitten the week after Arnie left us. I was so looking forward to Arnie training the new one but sadly he left before that happened.
RIP Arnie
Life is much quieter without you.
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