Oh simple thing where have you gone?

Last night as the three of us lounged around the sofa, and remembered how things were, Tooli's memory fell upon bedtime stories, and said, "remember Mog".

And we remembered Mog and the Burglar, Mog and her love of Eggs, (boiled for a treat). Mog and the Baby... Mog and the V.E.T. We also remembered but tried quickly to forget Goodbye Mog, where Judith Kerr,decided in her wisdom in educating children, that writing a book where a character who has grown with her readers finally visits the big V E T In the sky.

I thought it was a sensible, adult approach to introducing the idea to kids, but it was one, I as a mother of two little ones who loved both of our cats to pieces, could not bring myself to pick up. The day I did pick it up in Waterstones to see if I could cope with it, proved that I couldn't, as I ran to the door blinded with tears.

Even after our beloved Rue and Garp passed, at the ripe old ages of 18 and 19, one painfully and one peacefully, I know that my heart couldn't take a gentle explanation of a loved pet's passing. So I'll leave that one alone.

However, Toolibelle was delighted when, getting up to her bed, an hour after me, she discovered I had left this copy of Mog and the V E T on the bed.

I've kept them all, I adore the kids' books, they are a permanent memory of nights cuddled up on the bed, or the couch, and reading til we were all yawning,and then sleeping, dreaming of cats, with a penchant for boiled eggs, who, in my mind at least, will live for ever.



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